#slowly getting back into the swing of it!!!

[frnkiebby]

Frnkiebby’s FellowWhore Appreciation Day(week) Installment Number One:

(if you have criticism, it’s welcome. but keep it constructive. my life motto is ‘arson is the answer’ for a reason)

You didn’t realize that Frank was no longer at your side until you turned your head to ask him a question.

“I— Frank??”

When you turned to look behind you, you saw him looking into the window of the new shop that had opened the previous week. Smiling to yourself, you walked back to him, scuffing your feet against the cement to catch his attention.

“When did this get here?” he asks, almost offended that he didn’t notice.

“Like….maybe opened a week ago or so?” you made a face and shrugged.

Frank just gapes at you. The look of incredulity on his face breaks any sort of commitment to being serious with him. It’s almost as if once you start laughing you just can’t stop. You’ve never seen a grown man in his 30’s get so miffed over not being told about a new vintage record shop opening up in a town that had at least five other record shops in the vicinity.

“Well you could’ve told me.”

“Is that my job?” you ask. Frank narrows his eyes at you and you have to try even harder to not start laughing again.

“Maybe it fuckin’ should be” he grumbles.

Before you can think of a quip back, he turns and pulls the door, frowning when it doesn’t open. You put your hand over your mouth and just watch the scene unfold. Frank looks to the open sign on the door and back to the handle, pulling again.

“I—“

“Frankie. Baby. See that sign? ‘push’? You’ve gotta push the door open.”

You make a pushing motion when his head whips around to snark something in response. Likely to tell you that you’re wrong. That is until the door swings open and Frank nearly tumbles into the shop owner.

“Oh! Sorry about that young man! I thought maybe the door was stuck again….you do know this is a push door right? Did I make that sign big enough? I’m so sorry!”

The sound of your hand flying to cover your mouth is loud enough that it causes the older gentleman to look at you in confusion.

“No! No, Sir the sign is perfect, your store is perfect! He was just so excited about looking around that I think he just wasn’t paying attention.”

If looks could kill, you would have been dead seven times over with the one playing across Frank’s face. You simply smiled at him and threaded your fingers with his, holding his hand and smiling innocently up at the store owner.

“Well isn’t that sweet! I love seeing such young people taking an interest in older forms of media! Come in, come in!!”

The old man ushered the two of you in and flapped his hands at the numerous stacks and rows of vinyls before promising not to hover and retreating back to his stool behind the counter.

“he does know we’re in our 30’s….right??” Frank asks, leaning over to whisper while eying the owner with mild concern.

“Frank stop. Let the poor guy be excited about such young people taking an interest in older forms of media” you swatted his hand out of yours and nudged him toward the closest row “now go look for more records to add to your hoard.”

He rolled his eyes at you but it didn’t stop the smile that slowly grew on his face. The afternoon progressed in fits of giggles, bargaining between which record to add to your arms, and a very pleased old man thanking the two of you for an eventful time.

#frnkiebby’s fellowwhore appreciation day(week) #frnkiebby writes #hmm #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcrmy #mcr5 #frnkie #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm

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It's nothing - Nico Hischier

nico!hischier x fem!reader Summary: Nico gets injured during the game, which leads to y/n checking him out in the medical room. Nico downplays his injury to make a good impression on Y/n. requested: yes/no A/N: I hope you'll like it, it's unedited so I might change something when I have time to edit the rest of the fics! So just enjoy this fic and happy rest of the day! likes are good, reblogs are better <3 gif, not mine word count: 1,38K warning(s): injured Nico, y/n is an intern, cocky Nico, fluff

masterlist | wip's

The puck is on Nico’s stick as he skates towards the net of the team they’re playing against. They are up for two goals, but they are just in the second period. Nico looks around, looking for his teammates so he can pass them the puck.

On his left is Jack but there are two islanders next to him, so he wouldn’t be able to get the puck. There are other two Luke and Ondřej, but they aren’t in the best position, so the last one is Jasper who is in center with the best chance to shoot a goal.

“Bratter!” he shouts, his thick Swiss accent making Jasper whisp his head in Nico’s direction. With a swift swing of his stick, Nico sends the puck over to him all eyes on Jesper as he shoots on the net getting the puck in the top left corner. The cheers and the bell sound through the arena, and the boys on the ice skate over to Jesper embracing him in a hug and patting his head. “Atta boy!” Nico laughs, patting his helmet.

“God shot, J!” Jack skates over to them, joining the hug. The lineup slowly makes their way to the bench bumping the extended gloves of their teammates.

After their celebration, Nico skates on the faceoffs, taking in a deep breath to calm himself down to win the face-off. As soon as the puck touches the ice, Nico swings his stick the puck sliding behind him on Jack’s stick. He swings his stick, hitting the puck hard as it flies in the net, right between the goalie's legs, but this time, he’s prepared for it and deflects the puck away. Nico skates toward it, but the defenseman on the other team pushes him in the boards. Nico’s shoulder slammed into the boards, and he fell down, staying there as he winced in pain.

The referee immediately whistles announcing penalties, as the boys skate over to Nico. Timo immediately shoves the other player away earning a shove in return.

But Timo's anger and loyalty to Nico won't let him and he shoves him again, the defenceman doesn't like that and gives Timo a hard hit in the face.

The free referee skates over to them trying to get them away from each other. Jack skates towards them hugging Timo around his waist and pulling him away. “YOU SON OF BITCH!” Timo shouts over Jack’s shoulder as he’s dragged away to the bench.

“You okay, Nico?” Ondřej asks Nico as he kneels down beside him.

“My shoulder hurts like a bitch.” Nico whimper, his left hand clutching his right one

“Okay, give me your hand, we’ll get you down to the medical room.” He sighs gripping Nico’s left hand and helping him up on the skates as he skates with him to the bench.

“You okay Nico?” Coach Green asks with concern in his eyes.

“No my shoulder hurts like a bitch!” he curse as he clutches Ondřej’s arm for support.

“I’ll lead him down to the medical room, I’m sure y/n is ready for him.” Coach just nods his head making room for them to leave down the tunnel.

“Y/n! Are you here!” you can hear a voice with a thick accent calling for you. Immediately you run to the door opening and welcome the two players inside the room.

“Yeah! Come in, come in!” you urge them inside pointing towards the table. “Sit on the table Nico and Pally I need you to help him take off the jersey and pads.” You say as you walk over to your table taking the gloves from the box.

“Sure.” He nods his head solely helping Nico to get his jersey from his injured shoulder. “Thanks, O.” Nico breathes out as soon as the jersey is off of him leaving him sitting here in only his pads. “I get the pads you can go back. I need you to win the game!”

“You sure Cap?”

“Yeah positive, go and kick their asses.” Nico goes to move his right arm to extend his fist but winces in pain.

“Hey, Nico, be careful!” you scold him as you walk over to him starting to get his pads off.

“Sorry,” he pouts, a small laugh leaving Ondřej’s lips. “But it’s nothing.”

“Okay, can you please slowly raise your hand up? As soon as it starts hurting you stop okay?” you say when he’s sitting half-naked in front of you.

Nico just nods his head raising his right arm. You watch his face wince in pain but he continues raising it until it is in a vertical position. “It’s nothing, see?” he points to the right arm.

“I’m the one to say if it’s nothing. The boarding looked really nasty so let me do my job here okay?” you smile at him your hands gripping his right arm and getting it down in a normal position. You place your hands on his shoulder, squeezing the right places to find out what is with his shoulder.

“So, how are you enjoying the internship so far?” he asks as you do your job with his shoulder.

“Oh, it's amazing! Really the medical staff here is so welcoming and really helpful when I need something or I don’t know what something is. And of course, you guys are amazing too, you know, free hockey games.” You chuckle a throaty laugh escaping from his lips.

“Oh, are we?” he says cocky smile lingering on his lips. “Yeah, I mean you’re playing amazing,” you look at him when a quiet groan leaves his mouth. He just shakes his head like it's nothing, that it’s not hurting. “Especially you.” You whisper to yourself hoping he won’t hear it. It’s no secret you have a crush on the captain. Lots of the guys noticed how you check him off and the medical staff too.

“Especially me, eh?” he asks his hands landing on your hips as he pulls you between his legs.

“Yeah, and now let me do my job. Your shoulder is dislocated so I need to get it back in its place,” You say shaking his hands off your hips. “So on three, okay?” you prepare him for a pain. Your left hand is resting on his shoulder and your right is holding his biceps so you can pull at it.

“Yeah, you don’t have to count, it won’t hurt, I’m a tough guy.” Smirk finding its way on his lips shrugging you grasp his shoulder harder at the same time as you pull on his biceps getting the shoulder in the right place.

“Oh FUCK!!” he hisses his teeth sinking in his lower lips.

“Tough guy, huh?” you smirk at him patting his tight as you walk over to the table for bandage.

“Very funny y/n, really.” He says taking in deep breath, and just watching y/n do her job. He had this intense crush on her since she started her internship here only a few weeks ago.

“What, I thought you said it wouldn’t hurt!” you giggle as you carefully bandage his shoulder. “Okay, tough guy! You can go on the ice, but be careful with it. One bag hit in the shoulder and you might end up here again.” You smile at him when you’re done and fuck…your smile is so fucking cute and he just wants that full plump lips on his.

“Oh, don’t worry, I wouldn’t mind ending up in here again.” Nico puts his pads back on his shoulders and arms, covering his toned muscular chest. You pout at it, shaking your head at yourself.

“Yeah, good one. Now go on that ice and kick some asses. And for a record, don’t try to downplay your injury just to make a good impression on someone, tough guy.” You motion your hand towards the ice and turn away to take off your gloves and write something on the computer.

“Okay, thanks for the advice miss intern.” He salutes and walks from the medical room, only to come back. “And by the way, tomorrow, you and me, dinner! I’ll pick you up at eight.” He sends you a wink, causing your cheeks to turn red. Before you can say anything, he’s running down the tunnel to the ice. You just shake your head at him, sitting down on your chair, your cheeks still bright red and your thoughts already on tomorrow and the dinner.

#nico hischier x reader #nico hischier #nh13 #nj devils #nhl #nico hischier fic #nhl fic #nico hischier imagine #nhl fanfiction #new jersey devils fic #new jersey devils

[emchant3d]

💜 Steddie please? - @steddierthings

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss from this prompt meme for @steddierthings !

Eddie doesn’t mean to do it. 

It’s late. They’re cleaning up in the kitchen after a midnight snack, movie credits rolling in the living room, a pile of blankets abandoned on the couch. Eddie’s been spending a lot of time at the Harrington house lately for reasons he doesn’t want to examine too closely, and each evening it ends like this - the two of them side by side, maybe too close, sneaking looks and making excuses to touch. A lingering hand on an elbow, a brush of fingers when handing over a beer, innocent if not for the heat in their eyes when it happens.

They’re on the precipice of something. Balanced on a cliff’s edge and every evening spent together makes him feel like he’s toeing the edge nearer and nearer to falling. Eddie’s been following Steve’s lead, coming when invited, inserting himself into his space when it seems welcome, tucking himself in close and worming his way into the spaces of Steve’s life that he opens up for him.

He’s not a patient man, never has been, and maybe that’s his downfall this time, maybe that’s what makes this particular night the night, but he can’t help it - it’s so plain to him where this is going, where they’re going to end up, and he wants. His blood burns in his veins, but it isn’t desperation that drives him to do it - it’s just another one of those simple, sweet little touches. His own hand lands on Steve’s back as he comes up behind him, slipping a plate they’d missed into the sink where Steve’s doing the dishes, and Steve turns to give him a little grin, maybe tease him, maybe say thank you, Eddie won’t ever know, because he sees that pretty smile aimed at him, those warm eyes catching his own, and he doesn’t think - he just ducks a bit, and he presses his lips to Steve’s, chaste and quick and sweet.

He’s pulled away before he even realizes what he’s done, halfway across the kitchen before his stomach drops and his face goes hot.

He whips back around, eyes wide, finds Steve staring at him with his mouth dropped open in shock and his gaze still fixed on Eddie. His cheeks are flushed pink, he looks so fucking gorgeous, and panic squeezes Eddie’s heart so fucking tight because fuck, fuck he can’t ruin this, not already, not before it’s even begun. 

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, “I don’t - I didn’t–”

“Don’t,” Steve interrupts, and he turns fully to face Eddie, hands dripping suds onto the kitchen tile, and Eddie’s voice dies with a strangled sound in his throat. “Don’t apologize. Not unless you regret it.” 

“Never,” Eddie says, too fast, shaking his head hard enough to make his hair swing. “I could never regret you.”

Steve holds his gaze and slowly, a smile spreads over his face. “Then get back over here,” he tells him, “and kiss me like you mean it.” And what can Eddie do but obey? He closes the space between them, hands finding Steve’s sides and pulling him in close, laughing when wet hands slide over his shoulders and up into his hair and then they’re kissing, messy and grinning into it, and Steve bites at his lower lip and tugs it with his teeth and Eddie’s laugh turns into a groan.

“Upstairs?” he breathes into Steve’s mouth, and Steve laughs, bright and happy.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He pulls away, takes Eddie’s hand, and pulls him to where they both knew they’d end up eventually.

#steddie #answered #ask game

[hidtired]

Hangman [Part 2]

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Description: Y/N Dixon was to be punished for her husbands actions at the line up. Negan decided to do it in style. Daryl watches you hang before being dragged away. But you had still been alive by the time you were cut down. What will Daryl go through before reuniting with you?

2.8k words

Warnings (Mentions of suicide, gore, ANGST, violence, injury, ect.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Daryl POV

He saw you getting dragged to stand on that wooden box. Noose swinging back and forth in the air. He had threatened and then pleaded when the rope went around your neck. ‘He had done this, the reason for you standing there.’ You were looking at him. A sweet smile on your face. How could you possibly not be furious with him. He was getting dizzy from moving so much and the amount of blood he lost already. He watched the tears slip down your face but then your face straightened and you glared at Negan. How could you look so brave into death?

Negan was still yapping but the ringing in his ears muted most of his words. He registered, “Any last words?” You didn’t even hesitate stating, “See you in hell.” The look in your eye must have been murderous under the bag that been dragged over your head. Negans chuckle in amusement sent his skin ablaze, “Hope I don’t keep you waiting-“ the silence that followed had Daryl’s mind racing to replace the noise, ‘How do I stop this?’ ‘I can’t lose her!’ The abrupt kick from the box under your feet felt like a stab in the heart. He felt like he was watching it in slow motion. Your slow decent to the ground. To hear the rope pull tot again the tree branch above you.

He watch in shock no noise coming out of him. The bounce of the rope tightening around you suspending you in the air. It was Carl he heard the loudest make a pained grunt at witnessing it. Then you were clawing at the rope that suffocated you. Feet dangling and kicking. You had made a surprised yelp at the first impact. It burned into his mind as soon as he heard it. He took a sharp intake of breath for the first time and he mumbled incoherent please through his cry’s.

When your head fell back you then went slack. Your stillness punched all the air out of his lungs. Everyone’s cry’s and faces pulled into disbelief at your now motionless body. Daryl’s eyes remain glued to you. It felt like he was pulled into a sinkhole and had an empty feeling flowing through him. Negan’s proud voice cutting through the noise of grief, “That was like a damn witch hunt! Shit, didn’t think she would be flopping around so much!” He turned to the people shaking on their knees. “Damn, seems to have learned an important lesson finally! We got there in the end though. THEY GET THE SPIRIT AWARD FOR SURE!” Negan turned to Rick, “I JUST GOT A FEELIN’!” Negan yelled prancing around… putting on a show. “YOU PROVIDE FOR ME!” Rick slowly nodded, “SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO!” He gulped a flash of light making him squint before speaking, "W-we provide-" Negan nodded with a pleased smile getting what he wanted. He pointed to Daryl, "Load him up."

Daryl had dug his hands in the dirt still staring at your body, looking dazed. He felt them pull him and he only struggled a little, tears streaming down his face, noise unable to release from his tight throat. He couldn't leave you. They throw him back in the truck they had dragged him out of in the beginning. He struggled to get back up so he curled into himself. The door slammed making him jump. His mind getting dragged to flashback of you. The moment you saw each other after the prison. When you first admitted to being in love with him. Remembering when you took his last name as yours.

Till death do us part.

Now that it had happened he couldn’t comprehend it. To live without you. For your existence to simply cease. His grief rolled into anger. At the world, at the saviors, but mostly himself. You had always disliked when he got worked up, ‘It will be the death of you!’ But in the end it was the death of you. You had yelled it at him during an argument. He would have said something back to that if you hadn’t started to get worked up tears shinning in your eyes.

‘Your love for me got you killed.’

He quietly sobbed at the thought. The van he was in started to move. He was being taken to who knows where. Whatever it was he would burn it to the ground with everyone who had hurt you in it, including himself.

He passed out somewhere along the way. Only waking at the feeling of stitch’s digging into his shoulder. He was later stripped of his clothes and put in a dark room. He would sit in the corner huddled together playing with the remaining ring on his finger. That’s when the torture here began.

He was feed poorly. Sleep deprived with a song that play on loop at full volume. He felt weak, sometimes thinking he would hear your voice off into the darkness. He would perk up and cry apologizes to you. Blaming himself, soon your presence turned into a haunting after a rough day. He tried to run but was tricked and beaten. He was on the cool floor hearing your voice ring in his ears, “Your fault. If I never took pity on you I’d still be here! YOU KILLED ME!” He would often pull on his hair to quiet you.

A day later, he was dragged to Alexandria. His face was swollen and he had a remaining shake in his hand. He was in a constant state of fighter flight. When he had got to the gates he couldn’t meet anybody’s eye. They had succeeded in breaking him. But not the way they intended. They broke him to comply. To be one of them. But he continued refusal. They broke him by making his life meaningless. With a sole purpose of destroying the ones who took his love from this world.

He was helping move boxes from Alexandria homes. Rick standing next to Negan near by. Rick had spoke to Carl from the porch, “You should go check on Lori. Make sure that she is okay.” He said it loud enough for Daryl to overhear. Daryl was perplexed at the sentence, was he trying to insinuate something? Lori had been dead for a while now, had he lost it again? Carl chimed in, “I’m sure she is doing fine.” Were they talking about you? There’s no way in hell you would be ‘fine’ after the shit that happened. It was hopeful thinking, he probably didn’t even say Lori and he imagined it.

Rick pleaded for Daryl being able to stay but when asked to make his case he knew he wouldn’t let him go. He also didn’t feel he deserved it. He had looked to his brother, his face screaming he cared. It only made him more guilty. You had cared for him, that’s why you were dead.

That was only solidified more back in his cell. Dwight was on him to join them, that all the torture would be over. Even if he did, the torture would still continue in your absence. Daryl said somethings that struck a nerve, “And be like you? Lettin Negan bang your wife, wow you sure saved her.” Dwight threw the dog food sandwich to the floor, “At least she is still alive.” He threw a polaroid to the floor, slamming and locking the door behind him.

Daryl’s hands were balled up. The burning ache in his chest at the mention of you. He slowly moved for the picture flipping it over. The crack of light coming from under the door revealing the picture. It was you hanging in that tree. He immediately looked away, clutching a hand to his chest. The hard tension of emotion bubbling out. He silently wept while the music changed. How stupid could he have been? To think maybe Rick was suggesting you were OK.

Your POV

Daryl was right about that, you were everything but ok. Alive yes, but struggling. When you had gotten to hilltop you were rushed to the doctor. He had done a endotracheal Intubation, shoving a tube down your throat to assist you with breathing. Maggie held your hand while Glenn pinned you down. You relaxed when it was in place. Breathing fully and properly, your eyes rolled in the back of your head going unconscious. All adrenaline leaving your body, now unable to process the pain and shut itself down.

You woke startled. The intrusion down your throat causing a panic. You pulled it out but struggled to cough to clear your airway. You rolled over the side of the bed letting gravity do it. It was hard to work any muscle in your throat. You felt something rapped around it. Almost like a pillow. It was a neck brace but the feeling reminded you of having the rope around you. The pillow case under you reminding you of the bag. Someone grabbed you and propped you up to sit. It was the doctor. You froze from your panic seeing panicked eyes all watching you. Maggie sat leaning into Glenn’s shoulder with a hand clasped around her mouth.

It was like a slap of reality. Eye contact with everyone in the room. They explained things to you while still a little frazzled. You were asleep for 14-16 hours. Your bottom lip trembled and you waved everyone closer to you. You enveloped people in hugs. You had never been so close to death. You gesture for something to write on. After getting it you wrote, “Is everything Ok?” Sasha who now sat in a chair next to the bed spoke first, “You should get better, only concern was how you would eat.” The doctor chimed in, “The damage to your throat is unknown. I can’t say for sure if you could eat solid foods or even talk ever again.” You rub the tension between your eyes grabbing the paper and writing again.

“Daryl?”

Glenn put a hand to your leg, “He’s alive. You should know the saviors took him before they left.” You ran a hand through your hair eyes closed tight. The burning in your eyes from the need to cry only added to the pressure in your growing migraine. You bit your lip and tried to swallow down the tightness growing in your throat from tears. However, the sensation of gulping made your whole body tense, slamming your fists down at the pain. A shaken inhale coming out of you. Everyone cringed around you. You collected yourself before writing again. “How the baby?” You had pointed the paper to Glenn and Maggie. She smiled, “We’re ok.” You breath in relieved about the first good news.

Then came the recovery. Not just physically but mentally. Any rope, tie, or, string set you off. You now no longer slept with a pillowcase. You had to eat everything in a paste. You’d crush it and dilute it with water. Felt like dog food. You were persistent when it came to asking about updates on Daryl. ‘When were people going after him?’ ‘When are we fighting?’

Everyday with the same answer. To think of what they were doing to him as each day passed. You started to debate going after him yourself. No opportunities presenting itself until Sasha and Rosita went off to kill Negan and hadn’t come back. With everyone distracted by them you follow after them. You left a note that read,

“I’m sorry for not telling you I ran off, but I need to go get Daryl. Anyone would do the same in my situation. So, no being mad when I come back! Preferably with two Dixons.”

You while still unable to talk and less than great ability to even drink water, were going to save your husband. You followed old tracks from the girls. Knife in hand and an empty gun holster. Also a black hoodie that was a few sizes too big, (you stole from Jesus.) You were by far behind in your tracking ability compared to your Husband. You remember all the times you would go with him to hunt. Being out there alone often lead to other activities you will admit. Probably what took you so long to learn. You found a factor type building the near the end of the trail. You would wait until the sun goes down and seeing what you were working with.

You had rounded the building a few times preparing for when it became sunset. You also took notice at a lot of cars that had left. You decided to act while they were gone. There was a lot with cars and to your surprise Daryl’s motorcycle. It seemed empty and unguarded. There was already holes in the fence tied with zip ties. You avoided the walkers attached to the fence. Breaking the zip ties with your knife and sliding through. You quickly and quietly made your way through a side door.

The hallway had minimum lighting. Any door you would pass you slowly open to look inside. Footsteps on the other side of the hall caused you to go up a flight of stairs. Quick to make your way down the upstairs hall when you heard women chatting. Ducking into a room closest to you. Pressing your ear to the door listening for the people to pass. Taking notice of the room there was a big bed, and a jacket all too familiar. You were in Negan’s room. Stepping back outside you paused and looked at the door.

Deciding to carve a little message in his door before continuing your search for Daryl.

____ | | | o | /|\ | | | / \ |_

"_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _."

You made your way back downstairs. Passing door after door until you saw one cracked open. It was another bedroom. You slowly opened it spotting the key to Daryl’s bike. You pocketed it then saw another thing you recognized, Rick’s python. You moved it to your holster while moving back to the door. You ducked your head out of it looking both ways before continuing. Your heart raced every second you were there.

There was 3 doors left at the end of the hall. When opening the first one it opened to reveal a small space that was empty. It was dirty with full brick walls and concrete floor. You moved to the next one but it didn’t budge, it was locked? You moved to the last door and it popped open like the first. You back tracked to the other door and made a small knock against it. Leaning your ear to the door you heard a deep sigh. Someone was locked in one of these small rooms. Inhaling and hoping it was Daryl. You looked around again to make sure no one was coming.

Jamming your knife in the key hole and pulling out a Bobby pin from the back of your head. You were used to lock picking doors open since all the scavenging you’ve done. It was a habit to always have it on you. You fiddled with the lock looking around from time to time. When you finally got it to turn and unlock you put the pin back and held your knife out for whatever was behind the door. The door slowly opened light illuminating the dark room with a beaten and dirty Daryl. Your heart dropping. He was sat down staring at the floor squinting from the light. You slowly feel to your knees.

He looked up seeing you. A mix of a panicked and heart breaking look flashing across his battered features. You put a finger to your lips telling him to be quiet. You crawl over to him and grab his face. He leaned into you making your heart feel strained, ‘what have they done to him.’ Daryl whispering apologies, “It’s all my fault… god I love you.” His hands hovering over your face. You leaned over to lay your head in his hand. He seemed surprised at the contact. He leans forward looking at your face searching your eyes. His hand traveling down gently to your neck his eyes catching a sight glimpse of the bruise around it before you flinched at the contact to it. He breath comes out ragged,

“Y/N?”

You nuzzle your face in his and leaning down to give him a quick kiss on the lips. He was looking at you with amazement. You grabbed him by the arms and tried to get him to stand, trying to hint that you both needed to leave.

You were going to get him out of here.

Part 3

Next part is final! Feedback welcome and requests always open! What do you think the Hangman game spelt?

This feels like I wrote it poorly so apologies.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl imagines #daryl x female reader #daryl x reader #norman reedus #twd daryl #angst #fluff

[rinbowaman]

Hi Reina!!! <33 what would be Heethan reaction if they were to a mariage and when the it's time to throw the bouquet, reader caught the bouquet? (as you may know that if we catch the bouquet we are supposed to get married) I love you so much you're my favorite writer <33

🦝 anon

oooohohoho this is juicy! I’m gonna answer in great detail!

First off, he’d make sure you both attend a friends wedding with you dressed to the nines, despite you not being the bride. You’re the most beautiful girl in his eyes and even though he has you all to himself, he likes to show you off. ;)

He’d watch over you like a hawk the entire time. If anyone dares to approach and ask you to dance, they’re going to meet an unpleasant end after this wedding.

his eyes are going to watch you with an expression of desire and yearning. You look too good, and he’s going to stand off to the side leaned up against a wall in his tux, head tilted and smirking. he won’t ever be more than 3-5 feet away from you.

you stand among a group of friends, not really intending on participating in the traditional event. You stood off the side and watched all the other girls reaching up and yelling out to the bride, desperate to get their hands on that bouquet.

the bride turns around, her back facing the eager crowd and she closes her eyes and swings her hands over her head. Her lack of coordination and aim caused the bouquet to lapse over to the side and fly directly in your direction. you gently catch the bouquet with wide eyes and a surprise expression. 😲

The girls all pout and frown as they see you holding the large bouquet. It’s heavier than how it looks. You look up at the crowd with your lips stuttering, trying to find the words to calm them.

suddenly, you feel yourself being thrashed away. Pulled at the waist, you’ gasp out your breath and become shook by being taken away from the audience.

Dragged away, everyone stood with wide eyes, just as shocked as you when you slowly disappear. You only see his backside as he continues to pull you through the rows of parked cars, until he gets to his own.

his movements and level of force nearly had you convinced that he was angry. But for what? It wasn’t as if you intentionally tried to catch the bouquet.

he throws you into the seat, before getting in and starting the car. His eyes are stern, he displays no smile and doesn’t say a thing. To make matters even more frightening, he steered the wheel with one hand while he maintained a strong hold on your neck, slightly having you leaned in, facing him, over the center console. “Babe? Heeseung? Please….why won’t you talk to me?”

he keeps his eyes on the road. His silence wasn’t the only thing that was constant, he didn’t bother to look at you the entire drive, only staring dead at the road. Your body halfway twisted as he kept you in close proximity over the center, your rear bed barely touching the seat, you start to feel sore and uncomfortable. Why won’t he say anything? Was he angry that you caught the bouquet without his permission?

the drive finally ends and he quickly unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out, dragging you along with him. You’re in an unfamiliar setting and grow more fearful as he takes you inside a building.

A desk at the front is before you. There stands a lone woman who greets the both of you as you entered. “Hello, what can I help you with?”

“you have a a magistrate available?” His tone is deep and stern, just like his eyes.

“Why yes sir, are you seeking our walk in services?”

He quickly answers, ensuring that you stand behind either his hand gripped around your wrist. He fills out some documents, while the woman comes back to the lobby with the magistrate. “Hello there! What a lovely couple. My assistant has told me you are looking to seal your vows and need your marriage officiated, and that you’re in a hurry?”

Heeseung nods without looking at the minister, who willfully agrees to officiate your ‘wedding’ through a high level of kindness and understanding. “I’ll be happy to do that for you both. Do you have anyone to stand and bear witness to the ceremony?” Heeseung nods once more and just then, the door opens. Six young men enter, one of which was Jake.

“H-Heeseung….” You stutter as he drags you behind him, following the minister. “Heeseung!” You whisper desperately after experiencing his ignorant behavior once more.

He stands you across from him. The pastel beige colored dress served as your bridal gown as he joined his hands with yours, and the minister begins his introduction. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…” Heeseung’s hands tighten around yours, and you stand confused and scared. Is he seriously going to make you marry him right now? In this way? What about his agreeing in letting you finish college? Why? All because you bc sight a bouquet?

The minister asks Heeseung to repeat the vows. When it came to your turn, he strategically tugs on your palms, causing you to hiccup an “I do.” Never allowing the minister to suspect the use of force that was present. “I hereby announce you as husband, and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

The six young men all cheer and chant Heeseung’s name as he pulls you by the neck into a passionate kiss. Just as quickly as he brought you in, he took you right back out upon finalizing the rightful procedures and signing the marriage license. All of his friends continue their chant as they trailed behind and followed closely behind you both.

He pulls you back inside the car, holds you by the neck for the final time and pulls you into a kiss. Pausing, he whispers against your pout with a grin…

“Catching bouquets, are we?” He slaps another kiss on your lips. “I thought you wanted to wait until you finished college. Guess you couldn’t wait.”

You tried to object and set the record straight but he wouldn’t let you. He grips your mouth into a full make out. “You know what comes next after marriage baby?”

You shake your head. “Heeseung no…”

“Oh yes.”

His eyes couldn’t hide it. You knew better that this man, while carrying the potential of being a great father, merely only wanted to put his deed inside you to trap you for all eternity, ensuring that you could never leave even if you had wanted to. The thought of marrying him and having his baby was a dream that you wanted to experience the traditional way and I due time, but not like this. “Heeseung no…not like this.”

“It’s so damn cute that you—“ kissing you once again, he pauses as he tucks your hair behind an ear. “think you have a choice.”

Your eyes sting with the tears coming through. “You wouldn’t want to break the traditions of marriage, would you? After all…”

He leans closer. “You’re the one that caught the bouquet. And I’m a man that doesn’t like tie waste time, especially with my pretty wife.” Grabbing on to your thigh, he pulls you into the backseat and crawls onto of you. Grinning darkly, he looks down at you with a taunting smile that took pity on your helpless appearance. “Now, lay there and watch me fuck a baby inside you. I’ll make you into a mommy, make you quit school, and be my perfect stay at home wife and mother to our children. I’ll take care of everything else. You will stay safe and forever be near me. I’m going to watch my baby grow inside you. You’re going to be my perfect soulmate.”

He goes on and on. You see the insanity of his obsession and love for you, and it scares you to death. “I want you to always remember this y/n…you did this to me. You have this effect and made me crave you. This is all your fault and I’m going to remind you every single day.”

Your breath hitches. “Heeseung…it’s not my fault that I was born the way that I am. I never asked for this…for you to choose me. Please take it easy.”

He smirks again. “Oh pretty…maybe you shouldn’t have been born then? Maybe in the next life, you should remember that. But if you still come into the world, don’t worry, I’ll come find you and make you mine again.”

#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #enha x reader #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #heeseung fanfic #heeseung hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enha heeseung #yandere heeseung imagines #heeseung yandere

[eiightysixbaby]

hi there! i'm OBSESSED with your eddie works and I had a lil request for u!

(if this is out of your comfort zone, I totally get btw, i'm just actually hormonal rn)

thinking about reader and eddie while she's ovulating and absolutely, positively feral... maybe they've only been together for a little while and they've fucked before, but he's never really seen that side of her... idk i'm just thinking a lot of thoughts rn

thanks! 💞

hi angel! thank you so much!!! 🥹🫶🏻 i hope i did your request justice 🩵

18+ only plssss. fem!reader, unprotected piv

The clock ticks obnoxiously where it hangs on the wall, marking each passing second that won’t pass fast enough.

It’s not unusual for a shift at the library to go slowly, but today time feels like it’s trudging through thick molasses; barely crawling by. Or maybe it’s just going backwards at this point, who knows.

You chew at the cap of your pen, reading the same sentence of the novel in front of you over and over yet not fully comprehending it. Trying to ignore the desperate ache between your thighs, the heat that pools in the pit of your stomach. It had been a relentless desire for the last couple of hours, a hunger that couldn’t be sated just yet.

But the promise of seeing your boyfriend after work had you chewing-through-your-leash desperate for your shift to end. You know Eddie had a nice dinner planned for the two of you tonight, but all you can think about is how badly you need his hands on you. It makes you feel bad, but you can’t rid yourself of thoughts of his lips on your neck, his fingers splitting you open, your hips grinding against him. This always happens when you’re ovulating, only this time… you’re not hiding it.

The last couple of times, you’d made do with your vibrator at home; embarrassed to let Eddie see this side of you. Your relationship was still quite new, and you weren’t sure if ripping his clothes off any chance you got would scare him away or not. This time, though? You can’t hold back any longer.

The end of your shift arrives at long last, and you practically fling yourself from your receptionist chair. You gather your belongings with haste, throwing everything into your shoulder bag before hightailing it out the door. Your keys jangle as you fumble with them, searching for the correct one to unlock your car. Eddie will be expecting you, although maybe not expecting you in the state that you’re in.

It doesn’t take long to get to the trailer park, your thighs pressing together in an attempt to provide even the smallest amount of friction as you drive along familiar roads. Your car is barely in park before you’re killing the engine, ascending the few steps to his trailer door and swinging it open without a knock to alert anyone inside. Wayne isn’t home anyway, so really what do you need to knock for?

Eddie’s frame appears in his bedroom doorway down the small hallway, his face brightening at the sight of you. You feel like you’re sweating just looking at him, your clothes suddenly too tight as the space between your thighs vibrates with need.

“Hey, baby. I didn’t expect you so soon, did you fly over here?” Eddie asks, a lighthearted joke, but he’s not far from the truth.

You don’t even answer him, slipping off your shoes before you’re trodding down the hallway, throwing your arms around his neck when you reach him.

“Baby, what’s—” he starts to speak, only for you to cut him off with a hot kiss to his lips. His voice dies against your mouth, fizzling into a soft whimper as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth.

“Missed you so bad,” you murmur. Your nervousness over how he’d react is tossed out the window, unwilling to wait any longer. “And I’ve been wanting you all fucking day,” you ramble, kissing him between words. “I need you,” you plead, letting a hand fumble with his belt buckle.

He makes a sound that’s halfway between a gasp and a laugh, kissing you before speaking. “Do you not want to go to dinner?” he asks, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“I do,” you admit with a pout. “But I need you right now.” Your hands are on a mission, palming him urgently through denim as if he might disappear any second, never to be touchable again.

The corner of his mouth twitches up in a soft smirk, his thumbs rubbing over your hipbones where his hands hold them.

“I’ve never seen you this needy, sweetheart,” he teases you, brushing his lips across the shell of your ear before he bites at the lobe. “But I like it.”

You whine at this, the slightest touch, and he breathes a quiet laugh.

“Please, Eddie, don’t tease,” you beg as he noses your chin up, kissing at your neck.

He doesn’t listen, taking his time trailing kisses down your soft skin and letting his hands wander but never close enough to where you need him. You can feel yourself dripping, making a mess of your panties. His big hands squeeze your ass, taking greedy handfuls. You let out a moan, louder than you’d intended, earning the nip of his teeth against your skin. Taunting.

You’re riled up, frustrated beyond belief, huffing where you stand before you decide you’ve had enough.

You press your hands to his chest, pushing him off of you. He’s surprised by the action, giving you the opportunity to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him over to his bed and letting him fall onto the mattress. He sits on the edge of it, looking up at you equal parts dumbfounded and turned on. Your hands hurriedly undo the hefty buckle on his belt, unzipping his jeans as you start to straddle his lap. His cock is throbbing, leaking as it lays in waiting in your hand once you retrieve it from its confines.

“Told you not to tease,” you say. His big brown eyes roam over your face, his pretty lips parted just slightly in a state of awe. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he obeys, but it’s less him doing the work and more you taking control.

You ruck your skirt up, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side and lining yourself up with his cock, sliding slowly down onto the length of him. Your name escapes his lips as his leaves yours, already starting to rock your hips against his.

He holds you firmly in place on his lap, guiding your movements to the best of his ability. The stretch he provides you with is delicious, exactly what you’d been craving, the entirety of him filling you up perfectly.

“You’re so fucking soaked, baby,” he remarks, bringing one hand up to briefly run through his messy curls, his cheeks already flushed pink. “Feel bad you had to wait so long for me while you’ve been this worked up.”

He’s teasing you, kind of. Pitying you in a way that only makes you ache further. You bounce faster on him, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. He’s cursing under his breath as you’re fucking yourself on his length, riding him with a fervor and determination he hasn’t seen from you yet. He finds it hotter than he’d have ever expected, seeing you in such a state, and it’s taking everything he has not to finish early.

Lucky for him you aren’t far behind, desperate to cum after waiting all day. He lets one of his thumbs lazily circle your clit, sensing your desire to let go in the way your brows furrow in concentration.

Strings of moans tumble from your mouth, curse after curse of his name as you quicken your pace. Your head tips back, pure ecstasy coursing through you as you take what you want from him unashamedly. The rough pad of his finger on your clit makes you feel like you’re on fire, ablaze beneath his touch. His hips buck to meet your bounces, the tip of his cock pressing over and over against your sweet spot.

“Eddie—” you gasp, just as you fall apart on top of him. Your walls grip him like a vice, making him bite down on his lip.

He works you through your high, pulling out when he can’t possibly hold off his orgasm any longer. He pumps his cock in his fist a few times before he spills against your skin, cum dripping down your pussy.

Both panting, sweaty messes, you meet each other’s eyes and laugh.

“Feel better now, sweets?” he asks, lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss.

You break away momentarily, cradling his face in your hands. “You have no idea.”

He smiles. “Well, for what it’s worth, you have permission to use me whenever you need me.”

“Thank god,” you sigh, smiling against his cheek. “Cause I don’t think I’m done for the night.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #leah’s got mail 💌

[mina-saiyat]

Twice Interactive Story Part 1218 How u doin' (Chaeyoung, Feat. Momo, Jihyo)

Waking up next to Momo, you think about the week you spent together. It was spent well, going out some days and spending others fucking like wild animals. Each little date helped bring back Momo's smile and helped her move past things.

You get yourself dressed as the time to go arrived. You give Momo a kiss on the forehead. "It’s time I go, Momo. I had a good time with you." You hold her hands gently, swinging them from side to side. "I hope you enjoyed it too. I'll be visiting my sister so I can't visit for a little bit but I'll be back soon enough. Take care of yourself, alright?"

'It's still sometime before you have to arrive at the airport.' Momo holds your hand. 'You have clothes here, why don't you just pack things before rather than back to your home.

'We can have a quick breakfast, you know.' Momo whispers, and her hand slowly pulls the rope of the bathrobe, it falls down immediately, and all you see is Momo's naked body, covered by hickeys and your handprint.

"There are some things I need from my home, Momo. I'll eat breakfast here, but that'll be it." You say as you spank her. "And put some clothes on, sweetheart." You say teasing her as you start cooking breakfast. You send a quick message to Jihyo asking if she'd want to join you on your visit to Chaeyoung so you could travel a little together before beginning to cook.

Momo pulls away your phone and hugs you from behind. 'Honey... You know what breakfast I want...' Momo licks your earlobe and keeps blowing hot winds in it.

Feeling your body shivers under her tease, she grabs your crotch and starts caressing it. 'The dogs are still sleeping, no one will disturb us... Honey...'

"I thought you would have had enough after the week we spent together." You tell her as you turn around. You run your fingertip down her neck, flicking her nipple before grabbing her waist. "How much do you want it?"

'I want to seduce you, so that you fuck me so hard and forget that you have to catch the plane.' Momo moving her waist, so her clit is again rubbing on your bulge, she knows you cannot resist when she is dry fucking you everytime in this week.

You groan from the pleasure, and play her tits even harder. 'What would you do if you really me stay today.' You smirk.

'I want to drain you dry... Honey So Nayeon gets nothing from you..' Momo whispers

"And that sounds great, but I can't spend all day fucking." You tell her as you move your hand to her cunt and play with her clit. "I really need to go today." You tell her as you push your finger inside, listening to her moans. "If you're hungry, though. I'll make sure to feed you." You say as you pull your cock out. "On your knees, Momo," You command.

Momo kneels down immediately, she looks at your cock obediently, and start caressing it before you give the command.

'Honey, I will drain you dry. So you can't leave even if you need to.' Momo makes sure your cock is hard enough, and starts sucking it. Momo's mouth is warm as always, the pleasure makes your legs feel weak, you just lying on the cupboard and moan her name.

You place one hand on Momo's head as you push your length inside her warm mouth, feeling her plump lip reach the base of your cock. "You're such a naughty girl, Momo." You groan as you pull back, leaving the tip inside her before pushing your cock back in.

Hearing Momo's slurps turns you on, making you thrust into her mouth. She placed her hands on your thighs, holding them as she took every inch down her throat. Her tongue ran along the underside, reaching your balls as they slapped against her face. Nearing your climax, you hold Momo to my pelvis. She taps against your thigh as she runs out of breath. You begin thrusting again, giving her small windows to catch her breath before you start filling her mouth with your cum. You feel her tongue along your tip as you are cumming, You pull away at the end shooting the last bit of cum onto her face.

Momo sticks out her tongue and lets you paint her face white, 'Honey... ' Momo says as she tries to catch her breath. 'Let's move to next part, should we?' Momo grabs your cock and start stroking. Your cock is still sensitive after the orgasm, when she starts rubbing your tips, your body jerks and you nearly fall on your knees.

'I heard man can squirt if their tips keep being played after cum.' Momo smiles as she increases the speed of her hands. You feel like you are going to cum again, but it's a bit different from the normal orgasm.

You groan and play with Momo's tits twisting her nipples. "Did you like your breakfast?" You tease her as you pull her nipples and make her gasp.

'Yes, but I want more. I want lunch and dinner also.' Momo grabs and rubs with her palm quickly. You nearly surrender and keep groaning loudly. You lose the ability to speak.

It's a combination of pleasure and pain, your sensitive cock pulsing in Momo hands. 'Yes... baby... let it out...' Stroking and rubbing at the same time is to hard for you to handle, you feel you start to shoot some liquid from your cock, it's like showering on Momo. 'Ah... Fuck... Momo...'

Momo strokes you even faster when you start to squirt. 'Yeah, baby, give me everything...'

You just keep groaning hard and let Momo takes the lead, your precum is splashing out like a fountain, the pleasure makes you lose the ability to speak, you could just moan meaninglessly.

You let Momo take control as you recover from that, barely able to stand.

'Do you like it, honey?' Momo slows down her hand, giving you sometime to rest. 'I leave it for today, so I can drain you to stay.' Momo lips the prostate liquid around her lips.

'Can Nayeon and Miss Myoui make you enjoy such pleasure? I bet they can't' Momo slowly stands up and kiss you, rubbing her clit with your cock again.

"Fuck, Momo." You say catching my breath. "You're really trying to make me stay, but I can't stay today." You tell her as you grab her waist. "But I can leave you a little gift before I go."

'I guess the first flight and the last flight of the day would not make so much difference for a domestic flight.' Momo puts her arms around your neck, she stands on her toes so she can kiss you.

'You haven't told me yet. What's the feeling of squirt? Do you like it?' Momo rubs het clit on you again.

"It felt great, Momo." You tell her as you push your cock into her cunt. You reach down, rubbing her clit as you put every inch into her. "How does this feel?"

'I am always feel good when you are inside of me.' Momo jumps and hugs you like a koala, completely lying on you.

'Honey... take me... Empty your balls for me...' Momo whispers into your ear and licks your earlobe occasionally, seducing you to fall for her.

You place Momo on the counter, giving you the space to readjust. You fold Momo in half with your hands reaching behind her head and lift her off the counter. You begin thrusting as you move her using her like a toy.

'Ah... Fuck... It's so deep...' Everytime you thrust in is like hitting Momo's sound button, as her weight is totally lying on you, so you could reach her deepest part easily.

'Fuck, you are going to penetrate me!' Momo moans louder, and you could feel her walls start to get tighter.

You fuck Momo quickly, thrusting wildly as you get her close to her climax. You groan as you feel your balls tighten and your orgasm get closer. You give Momo a couple of long hard thrusts to send her over the edge and shoot your cum into her awaiting cunt. Placing her on a counter, you pull out slowly. "I really have to go now, Momo," You tell her as you kiss her neck. "At least you got breakfast.” You say before getting yourself ready and checking for a response from Jihyo.

'You really gonna leave now?' Momo gasps and opens her legs wide, showing you that how the cum drips from her clit.

Momo takes some and gets a taste of it, 'Honey, you gonna help me clean my clit, otherwise I may get pregnant again that you cum so much in me.'

"Fine, a quick shower." You say, dropping your clothes as you head to the bathroom. "Are you going to join me or what?" You say as you look back at Momo.

Momo immediately follows you into the bath, and hugs you from behind. 'Thank you, honey.' Momo whispers to your ear.

'Stay a little longer and I will make your day worth.' You turn around and see Momo starting to apply soap on her tits. 'I have checked the last flight of today would be 10 tonight, we still have more than 12 hours.' Momo hugs you and start rubbing her tits on you, you know this is not a quick shower anymore.

"I'm not going to stay that much longer." You tell her as you soap up your hands and begin to rub her ass. "We have to be quick." You say, squeezing her soft ass before you move your hands along her back.

'Gajima...' Momo 'If you're staying a week for me, which means your sister is not really that sick.' Momo hugs you tight, so her tits and clit can rub on you harder.

'Just a half day, honey.' Momo being cuddly, and rubs your even faster. Her hands go down to stroke you when she feels you are hard again, and your body jerks from the pleasure. 'Come on, honey.'

"Momo, no. I've already delayed it enough. I'm going after this." You tell her as you wash her back.

Despite Momo being disappointed, she still uses all the skills she has to please you. A hot bath seems can't satisfy both ot you, but this time you stand strong, you hug Momo back to bedroom, and help her dry the hair. 'Promise me you will stay again after you back, honey. I don't know when you are gone, will I think about the baby again...'

'I need to start my new job soon, Momo. I will try to find you at the weekend. Plus, Boo and Dobby will cheer up you, right?' You kiss her forehead once again before you are finally leaving. You have already missed the flight you booked.

You back on your car, trying to see did Jihyo replied. However, you found that you have never clicked the send button, it's seems to be a little late to invite her to join you again.

You drive home instead, planning on leaving the next day instead and a little frustrated that Momo had you miss that flight. You erase the message on your phone and head inside your home to look through your things.

It's been a week since you backed home. However, the house looks so clean, everything is tidied up, and you can't even find any dust in it. You guess it must be Jihyo that keeps the flat so clean when you are not here.

'Jihyo? Jihyo? Are you here?' You walk around the house and keep calling her name, but she is not here.

You enter her room, unlike the tidied living room, her room is much messier, half of the blanket is lying on the floor, her lingerie is causally throwing on the bed, most of them are new type that you have never seen before, they are even sexier than those Jihyo wore before, with extra openings on her nipples and clits. She must have prepared these as a surprise.

You call out Jihyo's name and look around for her one last time. "Are you in here, Jihyo?' After that, you settle down in your room and lay on your bed.

You are lying on the bed, the surroundings are a bit strange than usual, you suddenly remember you have hidden everything from Mina under Nayeon’s request.

You try to take them out again, but you guess Nayeon will be here more often than Mina as she has no sign of coming back yet.

You take a look at the things and decide to put them out. You take the time to put them in just the right place, getting distracted by the smaller objects.

You hear the door open, and it is Jihyo, seems she has just finished jogging. 'Hey! I don't expect you back home that early.' Jihyo says as she comes to hug you, despite she is still covered in sweat, you immediately pull her over and start kissing her.

'Ummm... I am sweaty...' Jihyo slurs her word but her arms around on your neck.

"I'm so happy to see you." You say as you squeeze her. "You could use a shower. Why don't I help you?" You say, smacking her ass. "Wait, I forgot what I wanted to talk to you about." You say, reminding yourself to bring up going to visit Chaeyoung.

'Yeah, so when will you leave? Are you staying another week there?' Jihyo pours her face as she hears you gonna leave for some time. 'I guess Chae could help you get Dahyun back, I tried to call her a few days ago, but she still has no intention to move back here.'

"I don't plan to stay with Chae that long. I don't want to be apart from you for that long, " You say as you nudge her. "I'd probably stay there longer if you came with me, it would be a little vacation for you and me after I talk to Chae. You're right, though Chae could help me talk to Dahyun."

'Haha, you do?' Jihyo gives you a kiss on the cheek. 'But are your parents in your hometown? Am I going to meet them?' Jihyo becomes shy immediately when she imagines she is going to meet your parents.

'Will they accept me even I have divorced before?' Jihyo leans herself in your arms, ask nervously.

"I'm sure they would accept you...if they were there." You tell Jihyo before giving her another kiss. "The flight would be tomorrow. I know it's short notice, but do you want to go?"

'No, this time is for you and Chaeyoung, we will go travel next time when there's only us.' Jihyo grabs your cheek and kisses you again. 'Thanks for inviting me anyway.'

'I am going to take a shower, wanna join me?' Jihyo smirks.

You move your hands down Jihyo's side, stopping at her thighs and giving them a rough squeeze. "Of course," I lift Jihyo, carrying her into the bathroom. "I'll make sure to clean your body really well." You say as you lick her neck.

'Ahh... Put me down...' Jihyo giggles as you carry her. You spend the rest of the day with Jihyo at home before eventually leaving for Chaeyoung.

'It's really been a while.' You tell yourself as you step out from the airport. The surroundings just look so familiar to you, even if you haven't been here for years. You haven't returned to your hometown since you graduated from the university.

You grab a taxi on the road and return to your old house. Your parents have left the house for you and your siblings since they immigrated to America after retiring. Now only Chaeyoung is leaving as Dahyun has moved to Seoul, just like you. Perhaps after Chaeyoung's graduation this autumn, here will become empty.

You open the door to the house and get inside quickly, looking for your old room before doing anything else.

Your room is the same as your memory. The portrait that Chaeyoung drew for you is still hanging on the wall. The pictures of your family and siblings are on the table, and even the pictures of you with Nayeon.

When you are still cherishing the memories, the barking of the dog catches your attention. It's Ari, Dahyun's dog. Both of your siblings have dog here, although Dahyun doesn't bring it to Seoul with her.

Not a moment, Logan and Nereri, both of Chaeyoung's dogs come in, too. Although it's already been a long time since you met them, they still remember your scent and sit quietly around you.

You pet each one of them, scratching their ears. "Hey, everyone. Did you miss me?" You watch the dogs stare at me for a moment, with Nereri and Ari doing a quick spin. "Is Chaeyoung here?" You ask them.

They seem to understand what you are talking about, Logan barks and brings you to Chaeyoung's room, signaling you that she is inside.

You slowly open the door, and you can smell the scent of alcohol, wine, and soju bottle all over the floor, while Chaeyoung is sleeping quietly. It doesn't seems like she is sick, or she still drinks alcohol even she is sick.

You walk into her room and stare at the sleeping Chaeyoung. I place all three dogs on the bed near her, watching as they lick her face and stir her awake. "Wakey, wakey Chae. You shouldn't be drinking so much. It's not good for your health."

'Ummm... just let me drink... I am so stressful...' Chaeyoung sleep talks and rolls to another side. A second later, she opens her eyes and sees you. 'Am I dreaming... Why are you here, Oppa?'

"Because you had me worried during that last call we had. Now get your butt out of bed." You say, grabbing her hands and making her sit up. "Even if you are stressed, just look at how much you've been drinking."

'Oppa...' Chaeyoung pulled up by you, 'Urgh...' She is dry vomiting again like last time.

'Do you miss my little tightly cunt? I want your cock now... It's been awhile...' Chaeyoung says she leans closet to you, however when she opens her mouth, you are nearly disgusted by the smell.

'You are so smelly, Chae...' You turn her head away so you don't need to face the smell directly. 'Go clean yourself.'

'OK, wait for me, Oppa. I want you ready when I am back.' Chaeyoung rushes to the washroom immediately.

You start cleaning Chaeyoung's room while you wait tossing the bottles into a bag and talking to the dogs. "I thought you three were supposed to take care of Chae. What happened?" You ask, pointing at them.

Logan rushes to another side of the bed and barks at the bedside table, you follow him and see there is a drawer, is he meaning that the secret is inside? Nereri even jumps on the table, you more sure that what you wanna know is inside the drawer.

However, when you try to open it, it's locked. You look around, trying to search for the dogs. This time the dogs are nor giving you hints, suddenly you are pushed on the bed. 'I am ready, Oppa! Let's have sex!' It's Chaeyoung that hugging your back.

"Hold your horses, Chae. I want you to explain yourself. What's been going on? Why are you so stressed?" You ask her, looking over your shoulder to see her small frame.

'I... I am just busy with my final year project...' Chaeyoung avoids your sight, it seems she is just telling lies.

'Oppa... I am wet... I want your cock please...' Chaeyoung licks your earlobe and start untying your belt.

You grab Chaeyoung's arm and hold them apart. "Chae, I know when you're lying to me. You always avoid looking at me when you're lying. I want to know the truth. What's going on?"

Chaeyoung, seeing herself can't hide from you, gives up to struggle. 'Promise me, don't blame me on this, Oppa.' Chaeyoung sighs.

She slowly stands up and walks to the bedside table. She uses the key to open the locked drawer. 'Watch it yourself, I am surprised too...' Chaeyoung hands you a bag from the drawer.

You immediately open the bag to check it, there's are a lot of test kit inside, you carefully check all of them, dates are marked clearly on them, and all of them are with 2 lines. You carefully check it, and it's a pregnancy test kit?

'Chae... You mean you are pregnant? And the father is me? You asked in a shocked voice. You breed your sister?

Chaeyoung just nods and hides herself in the blanket. 'I am sorry, Oppa. I didn't plan anything.'

"I thought you were taking the pills," you tell her as you look at the test again. "And what are you planning to do with the baby?"

'We were using condom before, and after we are going raw, I am taking pills... I don't know what's happening.' Chaeyoung whispers.

'I am struggling for too long, and it's passing the period for abortion.'Chaeyoung looks at her tummy, it's not significant, but it looks like Chaeyoung is bigger than Momo when she claims she is pregnant.

You suddenly recall the memories of Chaeyoung visiting you in the Sem break. At the first night, you two fucked two times with just one condom, and you remember there are cum dripping from her clit. Now everything make sense now.

'I don't know how to let daddy mummy know I am pregnant when I am still in university. And the father is you!' Chaeyoung roars.

"Calm down, Chae. We'll figure this out." You tell her as you sit her down. "We can figure this out together."

'I am still young... I don't want to be a mother yet... I am not ready...'Chaeyoung rest herself in your arms.

'I want to go for abortion, but it's a life... I can't do it, and it is too late now... I feel like my future is collapse when I know about it. I tried to call you, but I couldn’t reach you.

'We are siblings... How can I let the baby know my brother is his dad. And Mina eooni...'

Chaeyoung mentioning Mina reminds you how complicated the case is, if Myoui knows you breed your sister, everything will end.

"You could always give it up for adoption." I tell her. "Your future isn't in danger. We'll get through this, and I'm sure Mina won't change how she thinks about you."

'But... she is my baby, can I do that? Ugh.... It's so complicated!' Chaeyoung messing her hair with frustration. 'I don't wanna wear the graduation gown with a belly, it's so embarrassing. I can't go to school if my belly becomes bigger later.'

'Should I tell dad and mum, and Dahyun eooni too?' Chaeyoung looks up to the ceiling, speaks in a tone that seems to give up on everything. 'Daddy must kill me...'

"Not if I have anything to say about it." You say as you lay back on her bed. "Take a deep breath, Chae. I'm sure we can figure this out. Who knows, maybe Mina would want to adopt your baby. All we can do now is think, and you need to stop drinking, it could hurt the baby."

'I just can't stop thinking about it, even in my dream. Only Alcohol and sex can help me to forget it.' Chaeyoung keeps looking up.

'I haven't decided what to do yet, Oppa. You really feel OK if I give it up for adoption? It's your kid too.'

"How you're feeling is a lot more important, Chae." You pat her head, "Have you eaten yet?"

'But it's your... our kid. I really don't know...' Chaeyoung puts your hand on her tummy.

'I haven't, but I want your cock, Oppa. I really miss it.' Chaeyoung rolls over you and starts sliding her hand in your jeans.

I kiss Chaeyoung's forehead, "Show me how much you miss it." I say while I caress her cheek. "Show Oppa how much you miss his cock"

Chaeyoung bites your lip before moving down her head to your crotch. 'Don't be so tender, I am not used to it. You know what I want.'

Chaeyoung pulls your shaft out and keep kissing the tips of your cock. 'Miss me, big guy? Is Jihyo eooni taking good care of you every night?' When she feels the rod in her hands is hard enough, she takes you in.

You put your hand on the back of Chaeyoung's head and push her onto your cock. "Is this what you want, Chaeyoung?" You ask as you hold her in place. You keep her there for a few seconds before letting her breath.

Chaeyoung choked by you sudden assault, but you can not see any discomfort in her eyes. Instead, she looks enjoy, and she is enjoying that you are going on rough on her. She is always the least limited of your girls. No one can even compare, not even Sana.

Chaeyoung keeps stroking you while she catches her breath, 'Fuck... I love it... Just how big it is...' Chaeyoung swallows your tips and throbs her head slowly, her hands are caressing your balls at the same time, she do it as slow as she can, trying her best to tease you. 'My mouth or clit you like better?'

"I love those pretty lips of yours," You moan as you push her to the base of your cock. "Your throat is so tight, Chae. It's going to make me cum."

Chaeyoung keeps bobbing her head up and down. Having sex with you in the past year makes her understand what you like. Everytime she takes you all in, while her tongue keeps lapping at your underside, until she is out of oxygen.

Chaeyoung's face becomes red quickly as she constantly lacks air, but she still working hard on your cock. 'Umm.... tasty as my memories... Oppa, how many time you cum in my throat, I want the same for my little clit.'

You pull Chaeyoung away, letting her catch her breath before slamming her face back onto your cock and filling her throat with your cum. "Drink it all, Chae." You groan.

Chaeyoung obediently drinks your cum, but your cum is too much for her, she eventually chocked and cum even dripping from her nose. She just looks like a broken slut eager for cum.

'Oppa... you cum so much...' Chaeyoung gathers your cum that drips on your body. 'But now I want it in another way.'

"Lay on your back then Chae." You say as you push her onto her back. You rub your cock against her cunt, teasing her. "How much do you want it Chae? Let me hear about how much you miss this cock."

'I miss it just like how I miss you...' Chaeyoung grabs your cock and tries to get you in. 'Do you know I masturbating to your cock every single day? Give me right now. You can cum in me as I am pregnant already.'

You poke Chaeyoung's cunt with the tip, "You can do better, Chae. Beg for it." You tell her as you rub the tip against her clit.

'Oppa!' Chaeyoung pours her face as you keep teasing her. 'Urgh...' Chaeyoung roars like a cat and holds up her fist, pretending to be angry. 'Just put it in! Do you wanna be bitten by baby tiger? Urgh!'

You kiss Chaeyoung and twist one of her nipples, "Beg for it, Chae, or I won't put it in," Before she can say another word, you ram your cock deep into her cunt, putting every inch inside in one motion.

'Ah... Yes...' Chaeyoung crosses her legs on your back and keeps pushing you inside. 'I am wet enough, just fuck me!'

You grabs on her tits, flipping her nipples, feeling the growth of her little chest, mostly because of her pregnancy, her tits are already growing, you can't wait to know how much Chae is going to grow.

"I will," You groan as you ram your cock back into her. "You're not going to be able to walk by the end, Chae." You pinch Chaeyoung's nipples and pull them roughly listening to her moans.

Chaeyoung is even horny when you are being hard to her, it's more pleasure than pain to her. 'Yes, Oppa. Pinch me... harder.' Her hands go up, and play your nipple, 'I know you like it.' Chaeyoung smirks.

"You want this harder? Okay, Chae." You pull out of Chae and flip her over onto her stomach, smacking her ass before driving your cock into her cunt. You push her head into the bed as you fuck her from behind.

'Ummm... ummm...' Chaeyoung's moan is muffled by the blanket as her head is pressing hard by you. You could feel how hyper Chaeyoung is right now even you can't hear her words.

Everytime you slap her ass hard, her body jerks and you can feel her walls getting tighter, this seducing you to go even rougher on her. 'You little slut like being treated badly huh?' You keep slapping her hard until you feel a splash of juice on your cock, you don't expect she cums that quick.

"Cumming already? That's no good, Chae." You slap her ass until it's red while continuing to impale her on your cock. "Tell me how good it feels, Chae, or I'll stop right now." You wait a second, and when you hear no response, you slow down your thrusts.

Chaeyoung strugglely turns her head to the side, catching her breath quickly. 'Fuck... don't slow down please. Oppa, I want you to fill me up. You cock brings me to cloud 9. I miss this feeling so much... Faster!' Chaeyoung shakes her ass again, seducing you to smack her hardly.

You kiss the back of Chaeyoung's head, "That's a good girl." Pushing her head back into the bed, you start thrusting quickly, giving Chaeyoung every inch and driving her crazy.

'Ahhh! Oppa!' Chaeyoung grabs the bedsheet hard to keep her body stable under your fierce thrust. 'Fuck me! Slab me!' Chaeyoung seems to be wilder than you usual, you not sure is she just simply missing your cock or she has too much stress to be released, but you are just more than happy to use her.

'Moan louder, Chae! Do you like it?' You groan as you keep slapping her ass, decided to drain her today.

You feel her walls tighten around my cock as you continue thrusting. "Cum for Oppa, Cum for me." You yell at Chae. You listen to her whines as she cums a second time. "Fuck, Chae. I think I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?"

'In my pussy... I want it inside...' Chaeyoung moans weakly as her energy starts to run out, but she still desperate for another orgasm. 'Fill my womb, let our baby knows how your cum feels like.'

You grab Chaeyoung's arms and pull on them as you hit Chaeyoung's womb with every thrust. "I'm cumming," You moan as you fill her pussy with your baby batter and trigger Chae's third orgasm.

'Ahhhh!' Chaeyoung collapses, and she nearly completely falls on the bed, only because you are pulling her arms, so she doesn't.

'It's so warm...' Chaeyoung's body keeps jerking, and you are just slowly thrusting out your orgasm, her walls milking you good, forcing you to cum more in her.

Once you finish, you let go of Chaeyoung's arms, letting her fall onto the bed. "I'm not done yet, Chae." You place your hands on either side of her letting her lay on the bed as you continue to fuck her from behind.

You pin her hands on the bed, and fucking her from the back like a dog, every time your body crash on her ass, there is a loud 'pak' sound, although it's not in rhythm, as you are losing your self control, fucking her faster and faster.

Your hips move wildly, and Chaeyoung knows how to please you, she arcs her back like the moon, giving you an angle that can fuck her easily. 'Ah! It feels so good!' She nearly cries from the pleasure.

You give Chae a hard spanking, turning her ass a deep shade of red as you feel another orgasm coming. "Are you ready for more cum, Chae?" You moan.

'Yes! Oppa! Cum in me!' Chaeyoung's wall starts tightening around you again, she is so hungry for sex that she even moans in a higher pitch. 'Oppa... I am cumming too. Let's cum together... Ah!'

You bury yourself inside Chae, flooding her cunt with your cum. It leaks out of her dripping onto the bed as her walls milk more out of you.

'Fuck!' Chae use the last bit of her energy to roar before turning black out. Even she is unconscious, her walls still milking you hard. You keep thrusting in and out of her pussy, brings the overflowing cum dripping on her bed.

Every thrust makes me groan as you use Chae's body like a fleshlight until you cum again. After burying yourself inside her and pumping her full of cum you pull out slowly, spanking Chae once. You look at her unconscious body, "I thought you'd be able to handle it, Chae. The least you could do is clean my off." You place your cock in her mouth, and even unconscious her tongue still moves around your cock, sloppy cleaning it as you give Chae the chance to rest.

You rest beside Chae, waiting for her to wake up, looking at her pregnancy test.

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #twice imagines #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #momo smut #twice momo #chaeyoung smut #twice chaeyoung

[somethingsomethingwords]

Hello everybody. Long time no see, but it's been one of those months, you know. This was something I've been thinking about for a while, but I only finished it because of @nico-di-genova. So this is for you honey.

As always thanks to everyone for reading. Enjoy 💜

Everything was going great. Fernando was at a party, where people were drinking and having fun. All around him, the younger drivers were finally decompressing, enjoying the alcohol, the food and the company.

At the center of the sea of people, there was the brightest star of the night.

Lance had finally won a race, and he was celebrating as loudly as he could, sandwiched between Esteban and Mick.

He envied the joy written all over their faces, and how close they were.

He loved the sport, even after his fake retirement, even after all those years, but there was something about maiden wins that still no other win could recreate.

Jóder, soy tan viejo was thinking Nando, when someone tapped his shoulder.

"I think it's late enough, no?" asked Pierre, and it really was getting late, and the trio seemed to be losing energy.

"Yeah, sounds about right. How about we split them? I'm taking Mick, and you take your teammates?" said Lewis, already stepping towards the boys.

Pierre started following him, muttering some curses that would have made blush a sailor. Nando snorted at the scene, and looked as the Brit took the German, while the French men started bickering.

The Canadian was looking around, confused after losing his partners in crime, but then he turned towards Fernando and smiled, slowly making his way towards the Spanish.

"Hola Lancito. Want to go?" asked Nando, seeing the younger man swinging slightly on his feet.

"I lost Estie and Mickie. Où sont-ils?"

Half drunk out of his mind, and he was still worried about his friends. Lance's loyalty really knew no bounds.

"They're ok, with Lewis and Pierre. I will take you home." and with that, he placed his hand on the younger's lower back.

The reaction was immediate. Lance's whole body shivered and pressed against his side, lowering his head on the shorter man's shoulder.

"Too loud. Je veux du silence"

"Oui mon amour. Let's go somewhere quiet" his French was heavily accented, but Lance seemed satisfied enough.

Nando guided the other man to his car, and drove them to their shared hotel, while Lance napped with his face against the window and his neck in a weird position.

When they arrived, Fernando struggled a little to wake the other enough to put him vertically in the elevator and walk to his room. At the door, Lance refused to lean against the doorframe, and settled only when he was hugging Fernando. "Warm" was the only word he said.

"Lance, I need the key"  Fernando spoke softly.

"Poche" just answered the taller man, with no visible intention to loosen the embrace.

Fernando tried to be respectful, and to not feel the solid curve pressed against his hand. He soon found the key in his back pocket, and opened the door.

Once they were both in, he quickly realised that Lance would not move further, so he just put him on the bed, and went to take a glass and fill it with water.

Returning to the bedroom, he found Lance half naked.

"Where are your pants?" he asked, voice an octave too high, almost dropping the glass, before setting it on a nightstand.

"Lost them. Too hot" he shrugged.

Then, even more bafflingly, he started giggling.

"What is now?" he asked, fondly looking as Lance tried to take off his shirt without opening a single button. He succeeded, but his hair was now a fluffy mess.

"You remind me of Nano"

The use of his nickname surprised Fernando. The younger man refused using it, always sticking with his full name. Then the absurdity of it all hit him, and he started giggling as well.

"Ah, sì? How so?"

He was getting curious, sue him.

"It's your voice. It's soft and warm. Would listen for hours"

Fernando wasn't expecting this answer, but it melted his heart anyway.

"Mhhh. Then want a bedtime story?"

Any more time spent with Lance was a gift and a surprise wrapped in wonder. He was not going to deny himself this experience, even only for blackmail reasons. Jokingly, he was done with mind games and tricks. He would never do them again, especially not against Lance.

"Nah. A secret"

"A secret, mh? Let's trade. You tell me, I tell you" if Fernando was going to indulge him, at least it was going to be funny.

"Ça va...Ah, oui, daccord, j'en ai un. I like him so much" and then started giggling again.

Fernando felt like all of his body had gone stone cold, and couldn't move a muscle. He couldn't believe what the other told him. But before he could say anything, Lance nestled in the sheets, and softly said while closing his eyes:

"I like him soooooo much, even if he doesn't feel the same. It's ok, don't think I'd deserve him. What we have, it's special. It is enough"

And with this, he was done for the day.

And he wasn't the only one. Fernando felt like he was going to explode, too many thoughts in his head and words on his tongue, with no one to talk to. He could feel his hair turning gray.

But a single look to that peaceful face, and his heart stopped beating erratically. Everything was going to be alright. They could face this together.

This and more, hopefully.

They were going to solve this tangled mess, but first they both needed to rest.

So he left a note for Lance, simply writing "Call me in the morning. -FA" on a piece of paper and leaving it on top of Lance's phone, where he was sure the other man would see it, and then he left the room, dreaming of his own bed and a restful night of sleep.

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He was never going to win another GP ever again, if the results were the pounding headache and the rancid taste in his mouth.

He slowly opened his eyes, careful of the half opened blinds, and looked around.

Thanks to some sort of divine intervention, he had made it to the hotel safe and sound.

He got up and went to the bathroom, peeing, washing his face and brushing his teeth.

When he came back to the bedroom, he started looking for his phone. He almost missed it, but then noticed it was just half covered by a yellow post-it. It simply said "Call me in the morning. -FA".

Ok, so he probably would have to thank Fernando for making it to his bed unscathed. He tried to think about the night before, especially trying to remember his interaction with the Spanish driver.

At first, he couldn't remember anything out of the ordinary, then it hit him.

An echo of his own giggle, soft brown eyes, the whisper of a "like him so much".

Oh, no.

Oh no.

He had done it. He confessed, and now Fernando was going to be overly amused about it. Or overly nice, and Lance didn't know what was worse.

Rejection was always a bitch, but basically having to live with your unrequited crush for 24 week-ends? That was going to be a nightmare to go through for all parts involved.

Or maybe just for Lance, with his stupid feelings and his too-hopeful heart.

Ugh, Lance just didn't know what to do.

On one hand, he wanted to call Fernando and be done with all of this. On the other, he wanted to pretend nothing happened, and everything was fine and normal and good.

He sighed, because deep down he knew he was going to have to talk with Fernando, if he liked it or not.

Ok, let's analyze. He knows I like him, and still wants to talk to me. So, he is going to reject me kindly, at least. Ok, we can totally take it like champs. Basic rule still applied: no tears in front of him. It should be quick and painless. Ok, we can do this.

So he took his time in the shower, and ordered a healthy if slightly generous breakfast.

When he was done, he brushed his teeth, wore his comfort hoodie and left his room in a controlled chaos.

One mess at a time: first his love life, then his room.

He knew that Fernando's room was the one across from his, so he didn't even bother calling. He simply knocked.

When the door opened, Lance was sure he had hit his head badly the night before. Maybe the possible concussion and heavy hepatic failure led him to an early grave.

But if death meant he could get to see a still semi-wet Nando, covered just by a tiny towel low on his hips, well, he lived a rich and full life, if a little short.

He could feel himself staring, but also couldn't take his eyes off the view.

He just waited for the self-combustion to take him.

Then he heard a light chuckle, and a hand gently gripped his sleeve, pulling him inside.

When the subject of his awe turned his back on him, walking to the adjacent kitchenette, his brain seemed to be back online.

He shook his head and closed the door behind himself like a particularly stupid rabbit that voluntarily enters the den of a particularly fascinating fox.

Fernando must have known how nervous he was feeling, because he gave him a glass of water and led him to the couch.

"Wait here, I'll be right back" said the Spanish man, leaving Lance alone, stunned and with the glass still in his hand.

You're being ridiculous, grow a pair and just talk like the adult you supposedly are, a voice in his head that sounded like his sister's gently scolded him.

He drank the water while waiting, and felt slightly better.

When Fernando re-entered the room, calm and collected and clothed, Lance waited until he was seated before looking him in the eyes and starting speaking.

"Thank you for last night. For bringing me here safely, I mean"

Not the smoother transition ever, but Fernando had to be used to how stilted he sounded, and would appreciate it anyway.

"No need to. We are friends, no?" he asked with something in his eyes that Lance couldn't describe, but that made him want to talk more.

"About that... I also wanted to say sorry if I said something weird yesterday"

See Chloe? He was actually talking about things that embarrassed him instead of forever avoiding them. Well, not really being super specific, but small progress was still progress.

"Hmm... And what are you referring to?"

The bastard was actually going to make him say the words. Well, in for a penny...

"That I like you"

Lance could feel his cheeks heating up and could no longer stand Fernando's gaze, so he moved his eyes until he was watching a particularly boring patch of carpet.

"Lance, look at me"

It only took those four words, spoken in a tone so gentle and warm to bring Lance's eyes back to Fernando's.

"Why are you apologizing? Did you lie?" he asked softly.

"No" he half shouted, and then flinched because of the reaction. "No, I do like you" he said, exhaling.

"Then what are you apologizing for?"

Fernando could be soft when he wanted, but that didn't stop him from being stubborn.

"I didn't want to offend you" and also didn't want you to really know, because it's embarrassing and you deserve better and I can't be normal about this nor you.

He didn't say the words, but Fernando must have been able to hear them anyway, because he responded firmly.

"You didn't"

That lifted a huge weight from Lance's shoulders. Maybe this partnership could still be saved.

"Ok. Good, I'm glad" he was being awkward and subtly twisting his fingers. But nothing escaped Fernando's attention.

Seeing how the younger man was spiralling in his own thoughts, he didn't hesitate, reaching out to him and taking a hold of his hands.

"There is no need to be nervous. Just tell me again, tell me properly"

Lance could see in his eyes the want and the patience and something else.

They were in this together, he suddenly realised.

You are not alone anymore, said his mental Chloe.

He inhaled as much air as he could, held it and then exhaled. He found the strength he needed in a pair of brown eyes that were already looking in his own.

"I've been wanting to tell you for so long. I like you. I like how you drive, how you give feedback on the car and how you are always, no matter what, the best. But that's just racing stuff. I like how you compliment me, how you never made me feel less than, or just a spoiled kid, how you make me feel. But those are selfish reasons. I like how kind you are with kids, how ready you are to help any of the other drivers. But most importantly, I like you, Fernando Alonso, two times world champion, menace on and off track, mentor and teammate and friend and so much more. I like you, Nando"

He barely finished talking that there was a pair of lips on his own, soft and warm and gentle.

He realised he closed his eyes only when he opened them, and in front was Fernando, bright and shining and perfect in every way that mattered. To Lance, at least.

"You made me wait a long time, no? Let's not waste anymore" he said before diving in a second kiss that was hot and passionate and demanding.

Fernando broke the kiss and stood up, starting to walk, and Lance could only follow the man leading him towards his bed, and towards a life together.

#strollonso #fernando alonso #lance stroll #grumpy cat boy x besotted old man #some love for lance #because he deserves it #insecure lance is insecure but nando gets him so...

[samandcolby-ownme]

Summary: Reader meets Jake at a bar, learning quickly about what goes on underneath.

Warnings: strong language, fighter!Jake, fighting, mentions of blood, cuts, bruises, punching, kicking, kissing, alcohol consumption, not really smut but it’s not really fluffy cute, if you read, you’ll understand what I mean - not edited

Enjoy!

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“Thank you.” You gave the bartender a small smile as he set your glass, half full of a dark liquid down on the bar.

He nods and you lay a ten down, “Keep the change.” He smile, “Thank you.” You nod and look down at your drink, mind racing about why you decided to move to L.A.

Why did I come here?

Do I have a reason to be here?

Can I really fit in and-

“This seat taken?” The deep voice pulls you from your thoughts and you look up, slowly turning your head over to where the voice came from.

A, very tall, guy with a beanie covering his black choppy looking hair, stands there with a small smile on his lips. He was fairly cute, you couldn’t lie, so you shake your head, “Not at all.”

You smile and sit up, turning towards him slightly as he sits down.

“I’m Jake.” He holds his hand out and you look down, shocked when you see his busted up and bruised hand, “Um.” You tilt your head as you take his hand, “Y/n.”

You look up at him and a smile spreads across his have as you speak, “I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Are you okay? Do you need like medical attention or something!”

He shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink, “Nah, nah. I’m alright, sweetheart.”

Your heart skips a beat and you can feel your cheeks growing redder.

“Thank you for asking.” He smiles and you nod, “I mean, if you say so.” You laugh slightly, eyes moving back down to fixate on your freshly manicured hand in his.

The deep colored bruising and the dark red scabs not only intrigued you in a, what do you do on a daily basis kind of way, but also in a wow nothing has ever turned you on like this before way, too.

“You can ask.” Jake’s voice causes your eyes do snap up to his, “what?”

He chuckles, sipping on his drink, “I said. You can ask.”

“Uh, ask what?” You play dumb and Jake squeezes your fingers that are still lingering on his palm. He leans in and his eyes move from your lips to your eyes, “Ask me what I do to make my hands look like this.”

Your eyes move between his and you smirk slightly, “Tell me, Jake.” You circle his palm with your fingers slowly, “What do you do to get your hands all beat up?”

Jake looks up at the clock, “Come with me.”

Usually, a guy telling a girl he just met to, come with me, would usually raise red flags, but you’ve basically held Jake’s hand the whole time have been sitting here chatting.

Jake, as weird as it sounds, makes you feel safe, so you had no problem following him to his car.

“Here. You can put your bags in here for now.” You nod as you watch him open the back door. You nod and toss your duffle in before Jake lifts your suitcase and lays it on the seat, “Alright.” He closes the door and holds his hand out, “Follow me.”

You take his hand, waking with him around the building of the bar you were just in, “Where are we going?” You ask as you walk under Jake’s arm.

He turns, arm still on the door, a smirk on his lips, “You scared, darlin’?” A smirk grows on your lips as you shake your head, “No. I trust you.” He nods, taking your hand into his again, “Atta girl.”

You smile to yourself as you look around, “What is this place?” Your eyes fall to him as he stops and you can hear faint shouting and chanting coming from, somewhere.

Jake reaches for the handle of the old door. Your eyes watch as his busted up and ring cladded fingers wrap around the handle, “This is how my hands get all fucked up.”

You raise your brows and he nods towards the door as he swings it open, “Just stay with me. You’ll be good.” You walk in and the shouting grows louder the closer you get to the deep green lit room.

Your eyes scan down over the floor below you, taking in what you’re witnessing. You take a sharp breath as the one guy below in a ring formed by the, what you can only assume is members, takes a bad punch to the jaw.

“Knocked out.” Jake says in a low voice as he leans in towards you. You smile slightly and point, “So what..” you bite your lip and look up at him, “You fight for a living?”

“I know he’s here!” A guy, who is very angry, yells. You look down and see a guy spinning around slowly, looking at each crowd member in the face, “Webber. Where the fuck you at, brother?”

“Is he looking for you?” Your head snaps to Jake and he chuckles, “Uh huh.” He starts do take his rings off, extending his hand out to you, can you hold these for me?” You open your hand and he drops his rings into your palm, flashing you a smile, “Thanks. Come on.”

You stuff his rings into your pocket and quickly take his hand, following him down a rickety looking spiral staircase. Every turns, their eyes moving from Jake to you and you have never felt so out of place.

Jake pulls you through the crowd, his grip tight on your body. You did feel super safe with him, especially now with knowing he can fight. You stop as you get to the opening and Jake shrugs off his jacket, “Heard you were lookin’ for me.”

You take his jacket as he extends his arm back, almost like muscle memory. The guy cracks his knuckles and then lifts his hand to his chin, “Wanted to take a crack at knocking you down from your rankin’ a lil bit.” He cracks his neck and Jake puts his hand to his ear, “And what rank would that be?”

The guy across from him laughs, “I’m here to remove your title as undefeated champion, Mr. Jake Webber.” You feel your heart beat harder when you hear the words roar off his tongue.

Jake slips his shirt off over his hand, you also take that and drape it over his jacket. Jake quickly stretches his arms a few times and shrugs, “Let’s see you try.” He motions with his hand, “Bring it, big boy.”

The guy wasn’t any bigger than Jake, well, maybe his ego. Jake looked back at you, giving you a wink before looking back at the guy walking over to him, fists balled and ready to swing.

Jake moves, getting them to walk in a circle before the guy swings on Jake, groaning in frustration when Jake dodges it. The longer you stood there, watching if all play out, the more you felt like you belong there, and walking in with Jake really seemed to help that - hell, undefeated champ and all.

Jake swings, popping the guy in his jaw and he laughs, “I think you have the theater and the ring mixed up, there pal.” Jake shoots, cocking his head, “I’m here to fight, not dance.” The guy lets out a loud yell as he runs towards Jake, and you gasp as Jake’s back meets the dark stained concrete below him.

The guy pulls his arm back just to swing but Jake quickly manages to escape and get two punches to his face before scurrying to stand up.

You were absolutely mesmerized, seeing Jake like this. The sweat glistening off his body in the glowing green lights. The way he can take more than a punch and not bat an eye, fuck. You practically had to wipe the drool off of your chin before anyone noticed.

“Come on, Jake.” You mumble to yourself, bouncing up and down in your spot. Jake’s head snaps to the left as he eats another punch, his cheek busted open slightly, but not as bad as the other guys. Yet.

Your lip is pulled tightly between your teeth, biting down harder each time Jake gets hit. Your eyes watch as he stumbles back, falling at your feet. Before you can bend down to help him, he’s already halfway up your body.

He drags his face really close to yours, and your heart is beating at a high rate speed. His lips press to yours, giving you a sloppy, but still the hottest kiss you’ve ever had in your life, before he pulls away, a cocky smirk on his face.

You hold your stare on Jake. You were too into watching him completely obliterate the prick that tried to be better than him, to notice that his blood was also on your face.

“Alright. Alright.” A guy goes out, pulling Jake off of the weakened figure lying on the ground. Jake stands up, turning out and holding his arm up.

The crowd goes absolutely wild.

And so do you.

Jake looks around for a second before locking his eyes on you. He smirks and nods his head, cocking his jaw as he snatches the money from the guys hand and immediately walks over to you.

His arms go around your waist and your feet lift up off the ground. His lips meet yours again, along with fresh blood meeting the almost dried blood on your face.

“C’mon.” Jake sets you down, arm still around your waist, “Let’s get out of here.” He leads you up the steps and back out into the hall, immediately pressing your back against the old brick wall.

His hands cup your cheeks, thumb smearing his blood over your skin, “You look so pretty with my blood on your face.”

You smile and lick your lips, “You are incredibly, fucking hot.” He pulls you in and kisses over your cheek to your lips, “I hope you don’t have any plans tonight, because you’re coming home with me.”

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it's a boy, girl thing

Chapter 3

mattheo riddle x reader

Making her way through the halls of Hogwarts to Mattheo's classes, Y/N couldn't help but notice the reactions of her peers. They seemed to move instantly out of his path, shooting nervous glances as 'he' passed them by, almost scared of what he would do. Mattheo had always been a torment; he and his friends didn't seem to let up for anyone in the halls, and one could only wonder what suffering they inflicted within the walls of their common room.

The revelation of who exactly Mattheo's father was came at the end of the previous school year. Up until that moment, he was just another Slytherin bad boy who was somehow related to the Malfoys - Y/N had always assumed they were cousins or such; to be honest, she was never really interested. Now, the whole school was terrified he would somehow follow in his father's footsteps. But if Dumbledore trusted him enough to let him continue to be a student here, then there was no need for the student body to worry, right?

Thankfully, Y/N and Mattheo shared the majority of the same classes and had only had to endure double potions class so far, meaning they could keep an eye on each other. Luckily, they had a single lesson of charms together next. 

Y/N flopped onto the charms desk and let out a huff. Just get through the day, and you'll be fine. Feeling someone occupy the seat next to her, she turned to find her own frame, throwing her school bag onto the floor. She had planned to avoid Mattheo today, opting to spend her study periods and lunch time holed up in the library.

'What are you doing?' She hissed at him. 'We can't sit next to each other - people will think something's wrong!'

'Relax.' Mattheo rolled his eyes as Y/N stared at him, appalled. 'Your seat was already taken, had to find another.' He explained as he nodded towards the front of the classroom. Her usual seat next to Cho Chang was currently occupied by Harry Potter, and they were happily chatting away.

'Oh.'

'Jeez, take the stick out of your ass, will you?'

Y/N gasped. 'I do not have a stick up my ass!'

'Then quit acting like it!' Mattheo scoffed back.

'You know, you think you're so smart-'

'Me think I'm smart? You're the one who corrects people every sentence!'

'Well, if people used the correct grammar, then I wouldn't need-'

'Miss Y/L/N, Mr Riddle.' Professor Flitwick cleared his throat. 'Do I have your attention?' 

Y/N immediately turned from the argument to the front of the class and straightened her back. Mattheo simply rolled his eyes and slouched in his chair. 

'Of course! Apologies, Professor.' Flitwick's brows furrowed as 'Mattheo' answered attentively and 'Y/N' lounged in her seat, looking bored. The lesson continued as normal from there, with Y/N taking extremely detailed notes and Mattheo staring uninterestedly at Professor Flitwick, both ignoring each other.

As the Hogwarts bells rang to signal the end of the lesson, Y/N began to pack her parchment away into Mattheo's bag when she felt a hand clamping on her shoulder.

'Hope you've been practicing those swings Malfoy instructed; otherwise, we're both dead meat.' Turning in her seat, she found Theodore Nott waiting behind her with his own bag ready to go. Letting out a nervous chuckle, she nodded.

'Y-yeah... you bet!'

Theo's brow quirked as she made no move to stand from her table, staring wide-eyed at the boy before her. 'Okay, well, are you coming, then?'

'Uh, can I just borrow Mattheo for a moment, Theo?' Mattheo interjected, peeping over the shoulder of the 'boy' in front of him. Theo nodded and backed away slowly, shooting a confused glance at the pair before disappearing outside of the classroom.

Y/N rounded on Mattheo with panic in her eyes. 'Swings?!'

'Fuck! I forgot about quidditch practice!' He exclaimed, smacking his hand against the table.

'Riddle, what do I do?! I can't play quidditch!' She hissed.

'You're going to fucking have to!'

'I think I'm about to throw up...' She muttered after a moment. Looking up, Mattheo could see the panic across his face and he huffed.

'Alright, fine. I can come and-'

'Oh, no you don't! You have a herbology lesson!'

Mattheo screwed his face up in disgust. 'Fucking herbology?'

'Yes!'

'I'll just skip herbology.'

'No, you will not!' Y/N gasped. 'You are me, remember? Don't you dare go tarnishing my studies!'

'Fucking hell, you're so dramatic.' He rolled his eyes as she narrowed hers, jabbing a finger at his chest.

'Don't start with me, Riddle. You get to my herbology class on time, you take well-written and detailed notes, and you pass them to me immediately afterwards. Understood?'

Mattheo looked almost bored at the intimidation tactic. 'Listen here, princess; don't fuck up my quidditch practice, and I won't fuck up your herbology lesson, deal?'

'Deal.' Y/N muttered. Making their way out of the now empty charms classroom, Y/N grabbed Mattheo's arm as they reached the corridor to part ways.

'Wait! What position do you play in quidditch?'

Mattheo stared blankly back at her. 'Beater.' He said before leaving through the door.

Hiding behind a bush, Y/N waited for the Slytherin quidditch team to exit the changing rooms before making her way in. Quickly changing into some quidditch training gear, she grabbed the bat from Mattheo's locker and took a deep breath.

Get it together, Y/L/N. You can do this.

As she made her way outside, she could spot Blaise, Enzo, Adrian, and Cassius doing some flying drills in the air above. Draco and Theo stood talking near a trunk on the floor in the middle of the quidditch pitch.

'There he is!'

'Oi, where the fuck have you been?' Malfoy demanded, storming over to him as Theo crossed his arms behind the blonde boy.

'S-sorry, I got caught up after charms.' Y/N stuttered out, already feeling nervous. Malfoy merely quirked a brow before shaking his head.

'Whatever. I want you and Nott to practice those hard swings today; we need to beat those Gryffindor bastards this weekend.'

'Right.' Y/N nodded curtly and stared at Draco. When the blonde boy pulled a confused face and mounted his broom, Y/N knew there were no further instructions to be heard.

'I'll get them then, shall I?' She heard Theo ask from behind her. Turning around, she saw Theo had made his way over to the trunk in the field and began to unbuckle the clasps. Releasing the practice snitch, she watched as Draco began to speed around the pitch after it.

'Matt, you ready?' When Y/N didn't answer, still engrossed in watching the other players zoom about above her, Theo shouted again. 'Mattheo!'

'Wha-what? Oh, yes! I'm ready!' She responded, giving the bat a small wave for good measure.

Theo furrowed his brows. 'Are you going to mount your broom, then?'

Looking down at the fancy broom on the ground, Y/N gulped. 'I thought, maybe... since we're trying new swings and all... maybe we could practice on-on the ground today? Maybe?'

Hopefully that makes some sense... She thought to herself.

'Are you alright?' Theo asked, standing from his crouching position near the trunk. She forced a smile and a nod, confusing the boy in front of her further.

'Uh, okay... We can practice grounded. You can explain that one to Draco later.'

Theo released the two aggressive balls from their buckles, and they instantly flew upwards. Theo impressively swung his bat and hit one far across the quidditch field as Y/N gaped in awe, unaware of the bludger hurling towards her. Noticing with a split second to spare, she let out a squeak and dove to the ground. 

'Matt, what the hell are you doing?' Theo shouted, beginning to make his way over to where Y/N was. Standing abruptly, she straightened the quidditch uniform, brushing off pieces of grass.

'I, uh, noticed the ball too late.'

'That's what your bat's for—you do know that, right? Being on the team for over a year?'

Y/N didn't have time to respond. Instead, she stared with wide eyes as the same bludger from before came flying back towards her, hitting her square in the stomach and completely winding her. Falling to all fours, she coughed and spluttered as she tried to catch her breath, her stomach in absolute agony.

'What the fuck!' She had heard someone shout. Theo had his wand out in an instant, casting 'arresto momentum' on the balls and making his way over to Y/N.

'What the fuck are you doing?!' Y/N spotted another pair of boots stomping into her view.

Great, Malfoy.

'Why didn't you use your fucking bat?!' He seethed. Y/N couldn't answer, still wheezing for breath.

'Malfoy, take it easy-' Theo began before Draco interrupted, fuming about how if the team wasn't in top shape by the weekend, then they had no chance of beating the Gryffindors, and if that was to be the case, they should just give up now.

Once some oxygen had returned to her lungs, she stood and faced Draco, who looked pissed. Oh, Rowena, save me.

'What the bloody hell are you playing at Mattheo?!'

'Malfoy, it's fine; it's just quidditch. Don't you have any other aspirations in life you ought to be focusing on, rather than a silly wizarding sport?' At this, Theo and Draco shared a strange glance as Blaise, Enzo, Adrian, and Cassius landed their brooms near.

'What's wrong?' Enzo shouted over.

'He's lost the fucking plot,' Draco mumbled, rubbing a hand over his face.

'Alright,' Blaise interjected, clapping his hands together. 'How about we practice some of those fitness routines you planned out last week? Yeah, Draco?' Malfoy seemed satisfied with Blaise's attempt to diffuse the situation and conjured the training board, beginning to explain the training.

When Draco finally announced that practice was over and the team could hit the showers, Y/N thought she might actually kiss him. Practice had gone terribly; she had been knocked over, she had slipped in the mud when doing laps, and she wouldn't even begin to tell you how embarrassed she had been when Draco had instructed them to do pull-ups on their brooms.

Entering the changing rooms, she averted her gaze to the ceiling so as not to see more than she bargained for with the Slytherin quidditch team, until someone clicked their fingers in front of her face, bringing her attention towards them.

'What the fuck were you doing out there, Mattheo? You played like a damn muggle!' Draco seethed.

'I-I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little peaky.'

Draco blinked back at her. 'Peaky?'

'Yeah, it means off-colour,' She explained.

'I know what peaky means!' He shouted, making Adrian grimace in the background. 

'Now you listen here, and you listen good. You know the importance of winning this weekend's match, so you'd better get your shit together before then because, Salazar, help me; if you don't, you'll be hearing about the game from the fucking hospital wing!' Y/N rapidly blinked the tears forming in her waterline away as Draco stomped into the showers. 

Do not let these boys see you cry, especially not in Riddle's body; he will kill me!

'Don't worry, dude,' Someone patted her on the shoulder, 'You know what he gets like when we play against Potter; don't take it personal.'

Turning, she came face to face with a very naked Blaise. Sucking in a breath, her eyes shot back to the ceiling as he continued to talk to her. 'You just hit a slump today, no biggie. Probably still feeling a little off from last night's headache, right? I am surprised you didn't argue back with Draco, though. Good for you for not lashing out this time.'

Y/N managed to force out a grin when Blaise patted her on the back once more and made way for the showers. She huffed, letting her head hit the lockers.

I have never been happier for the school day to come to an end.

After showering (ew!) and changing clothes, Y/N made her way to dinner. As she was about to enter the great hall, she felt someone pull her back by her arm.

'Hey! I heard about quidditch practice.' Mattheo said, a look of annoyance across her features.

'Yeah, that game is really rough! I'm covered in bruises.'

'I don't care about your bruises!'

'Well, you don't have to be so rud—oh my gosh!'

Mattheo's brows furrowed in confusion. 'What?'

'Sh!' She hissed.

'No, what's the problem?' 

'Cormac is heading this way!' She whispered to Mattheo, trying to hide her face behind her hand.

'Okay, and? Wait, don't tell me you've got a crush on fucking McLaggen.' Mattheo pulled a face as the boy approached.

'Talk to him.' She whispered.

'No.' He crossed his arms as he looked the Gryffindor boy up and down.

'Be nice!'

'No!'

'Do it or I'll quit the Quidditch team.' She hissed back at him.

'Y/N, hi. How are you today?' Cormac said, reaching the two with a bright smile.

'Alright.' Mattheo shurgged, staring up at the boy.

'Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting something?' He asked, his eyes shooting at who he thought was Mattheo.

'Not at all!' Y/N answered. 'I was just asking Y/N here if I could have some help with school work, considering she is one of the brightest witches in our year.'

'That she is,' Cormac laughed, looking back at the girl before him. 'Can I have a quick word, Y/N?'

'Of course you can! Please, excuse me.' Y/N said, backing away from the two, mouthing a 'be nice' to Mattheo behind Cormac's back and making him roll his eyes.

'What do you want?' Mattheo asked, crossing his arms.

'Uh, right. I was just wondering, did you get a chance to look over that herbology essay for me?' He asked, taking a step closer to Mattheo. Mattheo pulled a face and took a step back from the boy.

'What essay?'

'You know, the one you said you would be able to give me a hand with? It's just, it's due pretty soon, so I kind of need it...' He trailed off, staring at the girl before him, who frowned. 'Have... have you managed to-'

'Not yet.' Mattheo cut the boy off and turned swiftly on his heel, making his way into the great hall and leaving the Gryffindor boy confused in the hallway.

What a dick.

As Mattheo swung the door open, ready to finally devour some food, his view was immediately obstructed by a Slytherin tie. Rolling his eyes, he looked up at the figure before him.

'Yes?'

'What did Cormac say?' Y/N asked in a whisper.

'He was just going on about some herbology essay.' This made Y/N's eyes widen.

'Oh my gosh, his assignment! I completely forgot about it!' She gasped, snatching her bag from Mattheo's shoulder and beginning to rummage through the contents.

Mattheo furrowed his brows as he grabbed her wrist to stop her frantic searching. 'Hang on—you didn't agree to do his fucking homework, did you?'

'I-I just offered him some help; he's always so busy with Quidditch-'

'Busy with Quidditch?' He repeated. 'He's a bloody reserve!'

'Yeah... But if I helped with his assignments, then he would have way more time to put into practicing!' She defended, making Mattheo pull a face again.

'Seriously?'

'Stop judging me, Riddle!' Y/N snapped. 'Eat your dinner, then head straight back to my dorm; you better pray that we wake up in our own bodies tomorrow morning!' That was the last Mattheo saw of her as she stormed away that fine Tuesday evening.

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Patching Up

After the events of The Return, Crosshair realizes Batcher's in need of patching up. It turns out she's not the only one.

Spoilers for 3x05 The Return and 2x12 The Outpost, Crosshair, Batcher, and Hunter, angst and family feels. <3 2770 words.

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It was well before sunrise when the Remora arrived back to Pabu.  Crosshair shook off the nap he’d settled into and got to his feet for landing, tucking his helmet beneath his arm.  On the bunk across the way, Omega and Batcher lay snoring, curled up together.  He smiled faintly at the sight.  

“Come on, kid,” Wrecker said softly, scooping Omega into his arms.  She yawned, wrapping her arms around his neck, but still kept her eyes firmly squeezed shut.  “Let’s get you to bed.”  

Crosshair watched them go.  He had the sense that this was something that had happened many times before; Omega small and sleepy, Wrecker there to carry her to bed.  It had looked like such a familiar action for them both.  Something in him panged at the thought.

There was a small boof noise beside him.  He glanced down in time to see Batcher nudge his hand with her muzzle, wagging her tiny tail as she eased into a vast stretch.  He patted her nose obligingly.  It was the least he could do.

He passed Hunter and Echo, deep in conversation still in the cockpit, and made his way back out into the predawn air beneath the glinting stars and swinging moon.  He took a deep breath of the fresh ocean breeze.  He was still getting used to it, the taste and smell of the clean sea air so different from Tantiss’ stale recycled scent.  His hand flinched, and he jammed his hand against his leg, willing it to still.

He clicked under his tongue for Batcher, but she didn’t attend.  He turned around.  She was sitting on the ground several feet away in an awkward pose, chewing aggressively at one of her front paws.  He clicked his tongue again, and she came this time, clearly limping.  

“What have you gotten into?” Crosshair asked, concerned.  She sat down beside him, then immediately turned to lick at her other front paw.  “Uh-uh,” he said firmly, and she stopped to give him a guilty look.

He sighed under his breath, then made up his mind.  “Stay here.”  He headed back into the ship, interrupting Echo and Hunter and their poring over the data retrieved from the datapad.  “I need a medpac.  I think the hound is wounded.  Nothing serious, but I can check her over.”

Echo nodded.  “Of course.  Back near the bunks, third crate.”

“AZI might be able to take a look at her, too,” said Hunter.  “You could ask him --”

“The medpac will do,” said Crosshair shortly.  I’m sure AZI could look at your hand for you…  No.  He didn’t need the droid for this.  

Crosshair followed Echo’s instructions, collecting a kit with basic supplies.  He left out the diagnostic scanner -- he doubted it had been calibrated to lurca hounds -- but took the bandage materials, hyposprays and splints, wondering if he would need to make a human wrist splint work for the hound’s blocky leg.  

He headed back outside… and the damn hound was gone.

Of course.  Try to help the creature, and it had taken off.  He scanned the mesa for movement beneath the stars and the solar lamps, eyes flicking across the landscape, but came up short; only a few moon-yos scampered across the ground, their dark shadows clear in the dim light.  He put his helmet on, toggling on thermal vision.  Ah.  A chunky heat signature was nudging open the gate at the little house they’d been taking meals at.  She was nothing if not predictable.  

He caught up with her in a few minutes, closing the gate quietly behind him.  Batcher was laying down, curled up defensively, chewing at her feet again with an appalling licking sound.  He set down his helmet on the table and slowly approached.

“Stop that,” said Crosshair evenly.  “You’ll only make it worse.”  He knelt beside her with the medical supplies and she hunkered into herself, giving him a wary expression.  He gave her a skeptical look, then averted his gaze until she relaxed again.  “Don’t bite me.”

She licked his face instead, and he scrubbed off the saliva vigorously with his gloved hand.  “No.”  She sat there panting, looking perfectly pleased with herself.  He reached for the closest paw, tugging it out from beneath her.  She tensed, but let him turn her paw over.  

Even in the starlight and lamplight, it was easy to see the issue; while her paws didn’t seem to be swollen and nothing felt broken, her pads were scraped raw, swollen and dotted with specks of beading blood.  Carefully he checked them all.  The front left was the worst, with a thick slice of skin hanging torn from the edge of the pad, but all were affected in some way.  The sight pained him.

“The ice,” he murmured.  “You weren’t made for it.”  She whined, laying down and pulling her paw away from him.  Of course a beast meant to survive the jungles around Tantiss wouldn’t have the protection against the cold needed for Barton IV.

He and Mayday hadn’t, either.

The bitter wind shearing his exposed face, fingers locked and frozen around the Firepuncher, desperately dragging Mayday closer to keep him warm --

Crosshair shook the memory off and took a packet of numbing gel out of the medpac, rubbing it cautiously on the paw with the lacerated pad.  She tolerated it surprisingly well.  He wasn’t sure how she’d take the next step, though.

He pulled out the sterilization spray canister and affixed it to the hypospray, but hesitated before using it.  He knew from experience in the field that it stung like a wyyyschokk’s bite, even if it was effective.  He had reluctantly accepted that Batcher liked him -- he couldn’t fathom why -- but he was skeptical of her ability to not bite him while using it.

He sighed.  Omega talked to the hound constantly, and she did seem to understand much of what Omega said to her.  Perhaps it was worth a try.  Might distract the beast, anyway.

“Hold still.  This’ll sting, but it helps.”  Batcher let him take her paw in his hands, but jerked it away as the mist settled onto the torn surface of the pad.  Crosshair rolled his eyes.  “What did I just say?  The wounds need cleaning.  I know it stings, but it’s temporary.”  He tried to take her paw again, and she let him do it, though her beady eyes stared warily at him.  

“There,” he said, spraying the paw.  This time she let him hold it under the full duration of the spray, though she anxiously licked his face several times.  He blinked, but kept going until he had treated all four paws, the saliva drying sticky on his face.  “Good.”  She wagged her tail.

He reached for the bandages, but frowned.  They were all pre-cut, in shapes that wouldn’t fit the irregularities of Batcher’s huge paws.  He rummaged around in the medpac, coming out with a sealant spray instead.

“We should have checked your feet after the mission,” Crosshair muttered to the hound, taking up one of her back paws and applying a thin layer of sealant.  She trembled but let him do it.  

He thought of the time Hunter had hidden a poisonous bite on some backwater world in the midst of one of their first field missions, and had nearly passed out in a field of battle droids before Tech had been able to render emergency first aid.  They’d yelled at him for ten minutes solid after the battle, furious and scared both.  His mouth quirked to one side at the memory, the squabbling, the relief.  

“Feeling better?”

She looked up at him, whimpering.  

“Not yet?  Hm.”  He reached for her next paw, shaking his head.  “That ice…  It’s brutal.”

She woofed softly, almost in agreement, as he worked on her foot.  “At least it wasn’t a blizzard,” he said.  He went very still except for his hand, which trembled against her paw.  “Mayday never had a chance.”

Batcher rumbled, rolling away from him onto her back, scratching herself on the patio floor.  She rolled back up to her side and sniffed the air, looking alert and attentive, before nudging his arm with the great crest on her head.  

“He saved my life, you know.”  He finished with the second back paw, moving to the less severely affected front paw.  The words dripped out of him, slow and difficult to speak but just as difficult to stop, now that he’d started.  “I stepped on a pressure mine.  I’d have been killed.  He could have gone on without me.”  He paused.  It was suddenly hard to breathe, despite the clean ocean air surrounding them.  He scanned the sky above him, making out the lightening of the coming dawn. 

What unit were you with?  A simple question.  One he’d heard regs ask each other a thousand times.  It was the first time one had ever asked him.

It doesn’t matter.  (Except it did.  It always had.)

Humor me.  I could use the distraction.  

Clone Force 99.  He’d been frozen, not with the cold, not even with the threat of certain death.  Answering the question had been somehow more difficult than standing perfectly still.

What happened to them?  

They’re… gone.  It had felt like a lie even as he said it.  Were they gone?

Was he?

Crosshair shivered, coming back to himself.  “It never occurred to him to leave a man behind.  Even though I told him I’d leave him in a heartbeat.”  He reached out, scratching Batcher on the spot on her neck she liked.  She leaned into it, tail wagging furiously.  Short spiky blue-gray hair clung to his glove, poking uncomfortably in spots through the fabric, but he only scratched harder.  

He finished the third paw.  “Almost done.  Worst for last.”  She wiggled away, panting, but he fixed her with a sharp look.  “Give it.”  He took the last paw, the one with the deep tear, and hoped the numbing gel had done its work.  He pulled out a vial of tissue glue.  Batcher sniffed it and growled.  “It’s this or a bandage.  Trust me, you’ll prefer this.”  

He carefully daubed the glue at the edges of the torn pad, hoping it would take.  She’d be less irritated if the torn pad could cover the wound, and there was a chance it could reattach and heal more quickly that way.  He wished they’d found it earlier; the edges of the pad were extra dry, and he wasn’t sure if they were still vital or not.  

Well, he’d have to keep checking it.  This would do for now.

Batcher sat quietly, only fidgeting a little.  Around them, the sky continued lightening, hints of color -- gold and orange -- starting up on the horizon.  Birds began to stir.  Focused on the wound, Crosshair found himself talking again.

“We were trapped in an avalanche,” he murmured.  “Mayday shoved me out of the way… saved me again.  I tried to save him.”  

He’d tried.  Oh, how he’d tried.  For a moment the gentle cool air of Pabu was a raging blizzard, the gold-edged sky a flare of blue-white mist.  The chill sank into his bones, and he shivered again, trying to hold her paw steady.  Even now he could only half-remember the terrible journey back to the outpost, the day and night of vicious, unending cold, Mayday heavy and wounded against him.  His breath came too fast, his chest searing.

“I couldn’t,” he whispered.  “I didn’t.”  He hung his head, dropping the hound’s patched-up paw, and rested his hand on her shoulder.

His neck prickled.  It’s about knowing when you’ve got eyes on you.  His shoulders slumped, and without turning around, he raised his voice.  “How long have you been there?”

Hunter’s voice, expected, familiar.  Of course.  “... a few minutes.”

“Still spying on me?” Crosshair asked, but without any real venom.  He didn’t have it in him, not after the fight with the ice wyrm, not after their talk earlier.  He heard the gate open behind him, and Hunter’s quiet footsteps approached closer until his brother sat down beside him.

“Not intentionally,” said Hunter, shrugging.  “Echo will be heading out soon.  Figured I’d come back here to get some sleep.”  He nodded to the hound, stretching out his hand.  “Everything all right?”  Batcher sniffed his hand, then licked it enthusiastically.  Hunter scratched her chin.

“The hound should be fine,” Crosshair said.  “Hurt her paws on the ice.”

“Omega will be glad you fixed her up,” Hunter said.  “You and Tech were always handiest with the medpacs.”

Crosshair sniffed.  “Except Tech actually knew what he was doing.”  They both fell quiet.  Tech always knew what he was doing.  Until --

He only knew the barest details of what happened.  He still wasn’t sure he would ever be able to ask for more, not when every mention of his brother still made his gut clench.  The birdsong swelled around them as the sky blushed gold, and he and Hunter sat with the silence, with the missing space.  

The quiet stretched, weighing on both of them.  Crosshair knew he could say nothing.  Could pretend Hunter hadn’t snuck up on him, could assume he hadn’t heard a thing about what he’d muttered to the hound, could get up and go inside and grab some sleep.  But he had to know.  

“What did you hear?” Crosshair asked quietly, looking down at his hands, at the tremor starting.  He slid his right hand behind him, where Hunter couldn’t see.

Hunter looked away.  He hadn’t seen.  Had he?  “Back at the outpost, I saw you with those helmets.  I wondered.  This Mayday… was he one of them?”

“Commander Mayday,” Crosshair said automatically.  It was important to say it.

“You lost him.”  It wasn’t a question.  Crosshair braced for it, the look of judgment, the disapproval.  But Hunter turned his gaze back to him, his dark eyes merely thoughtful. 

“It didn’t have to be that way.”  It was too painful to explain the cruelty of it all to Hunter, the guarded crates, the men’s patched armor, their loyalty discarded like another broken piece of equipment, the hiss of “clone.”  He didn’t try.  He just reached out and petted Batcher again, his hand shaking against her fur.  He hoped Hunter wouldn’t notice.  “He was a good soldier.  I tried to --”  He let out a long breath, ducking his head.  “I did everything I could.  The lieutenant could have helped him.  But he wasn’t worth the resources.”  Hatred burned the back of his throat with the word.

Hunter nodded, reaching up to clasp his shoulder.  Crosshair closed his eyes, the weight of his brother’s hand on his shoulder both utterly alien, and yet as natural as breathing.  He leaned into it, and Hunter’s hand was steady, solid, trusting.

For a moment, it felt like the old days.

He looked back at Hunter, and his brother’s face softened, a flicker of sadness shifting through his eyes like a passing shadow.  “I know this isn’t easy.  Talking’s not --”

“My strong suit?” Crosshair cracked, managing a short huff of a laugh.  “Mhm.”  It had come easier than he’d thought it would, though.  Something in his chest seemed to have loosened, like he could breathe more freely.

Hunter chuckled.  “Right.  Not always mine, either.  But hey.  We managed not to kill each other out there.”  

“True.”

He dropped his hand from Crosshair’s shoulder, reaching out and petting Batcher, who had curled up and falling asleep.  She kicked her foot contentedly as he scratched.  His voice was rough.  “I wish things had been different.  For Commander Mayday.  For all of us.”

Crosshair nodded slowly.  There were too many things to count -- Tantiss, Tech, Barton IV.  Further back, Desix, Kamino, Bracca, Kaller.  He could take none of it back.  

The only path remaining was forward.  

Crosshair clambered to his feet, reaching down and giving Hunter a hand.  Hunter took it without a beat, letting himself be helped up.  

“Come on,” Crosshair said, squinting into the dawn.  “It’s late.”

“Early.”

“Whatever.”

Hunter laughed.  “All right then.  Coming?” he asked the hound.  Batcher rolled up to her feet, frisking around them, no sign now of a limp.  “Looks like you did good work.”

Crosshair watched her prance, painless and happy.  “Just doing my part,” he said.  She nuzzled his hand, then bounded toward the building, sitting patiently by the door.  He crossed the yard to join her, passing Hunter.

“Crosshair?”

“Yes?”  

“It’s good to have you back.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, but more warmly than usual.  The door opened for him, and Crosshair stepped inside, a half-smile tugging at his face.  

It was good to be back.

#the bad batch fanfiction #the bad batch #tbb fanfiction #crosshair tbb #crosshair the bad batch #the bad batch crosshair #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #the bad batch hunter #hunter the bad batch #hunter tbb #tbb batcher #batcher tbb #the bad batch batcher #batcher #crosshair #hunter #my batcher fic

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Weiss and Jaune go out drinking

Weiss: “Who would have thought from back at Beacon I would be with you. You and Rub-by b-both.” *starts to slur*

Jaune:

Weiss: “Not a word.”

Jaune:

Weiss: “It’s not that big of a deal.”

Jaune: *starts laughing*

Weiss: “Stop it!”

Jaune: “I fucking knew I could get you to slur. What’sa matter? Is your cute little pink tongue getting hard to control?”

Weiss: “Why is it cute when it was sexy before. Why am I sometimes cute and sometimes sexy? Tell me that.”

Jaune: “After you have a shot with me.”

*does so*

Jaune: “It’s cute when it’s fumbling around for example. But when we kiss and our tongues gently touch it’s sexy.”

Weiss: “How about in Atlas when we kissed and you called me cute. Or adorable, maybe? I was supposed to be sexy.”

Jaune: “When?”

Weiss: “When you and I first kissed.”

Jaune: “Oh right. You tried to wrap your legs around me. It would have been very sexy if you pulled it off but you failed. That made it adorable.”

Weiss: “So even as a failure at worst I’m adorable ta you. Don’t you dare.”

Jaune: *keeps laughing*

Weiss: “Itss not funny. You made me like this!” *slaps his thigh and hits something hard* “Do you have an erection right now?"

Jaune: “Mind your own business."

Weiss: “Do I turn you on right now?” She pressed. She grinned in almost predatory fashion and she leaned in on me. Then she rolled around and pressed her back against his chest and lay way back on him so he could see down her blue sweater. He looked away. “Am I getting you hot and bothered under the collar?” She asked. She spun her smooth neck around so he could see her baby blues.

Jaune: “You’re about to fucking get it if you don’t stop.”

Weiss: “Make. Me.” She purred from her throat. 

Jaune: *swallows and she grins with victory*

Jaune: *kisses her hard. Her hand came up his chest then slowly ran down him to the inside of his thigh. He moaned into her mouth and their tongues met with a jolt.* 

Jaune: “You’re distracting me. How am I supposed to think straight? You’re such fucking bullshit Weiss. You always have been. You cheat.”

Weiss: “Did you ever masterbate to the thought of me at Beacon?”

Jaune: “Like your ego needs me to say ‘yes.’”

Weiss: “No, you have to tell me. You said we’d talk about whatever I wanted. You said you’d do anything for me. You have to tell me.”

Jaune *glares at her* “You already know.”

Weiss: “Nuh-uh. If you want the real thing tonight you better answer me.”

Jaune: “You’re a cheater.”

Weiss: “Isn’t the real thing so much better?” *giggles* 

Jaune: “You just love the power you have over me.”

Weiss: “A little,” she admitted and she rubbed a little circle on his thigh with her thumb. “What’s it gonna be?”

Jaune: “Yeah. I jerked off and thought of you.”

Weiss: “You could have made that sound romantic."

Jaune: “Now you have to admit that you like it when I get behind you and pull your hair. Admit it. The pure little Schnee girl is dirty and likes getting her hair pulled.”

Weiss: *She rolled her eyes but then she turned and straddled him. She swept one leg over his until she was kneeling to either side of his legs. She took his face in both her hands and she looked him dead in the eye.* “I’m a dirty girl who likes getting her hair pulled. Now you really have an erection, don’t you?”

Jaune: “It’s your fault."

Weiss: “Now that’s how you confess something like that. You need to try again.”

Jaune: “You really want me to?”

Weiss: “Unless you want to take care of that thing yourself tonight."

Jaune: “Another shot. Then I’ll give it a try.”

*slams one back* 

Jaune: “Weiss, the thought of you gets me off and it always has." 

Weiss: “That was better."

Jaune: *takes a swing on his joint* 

Weiss: “Let me try that."

Jaune: “You sure?”

Weiss: “What’s the worst thing that could happen? I disappoint my father?”

Jaune: “It flips a gene and you have permanent psychosis."

Weiss: “That can happen?! And you still use!?” 

Jaune: “That gene is already flipped for me.”

Weiss: “Fair enough. Let me try it.”

Jaune: *hands it off to her*"Hopefully this isn’t the last thing you suck on tonight.”

Weiss: “Don’t be vulgar.”

Jaune: “Are you kidding?”

Weiss: *takes a pull and exhales*"Besides wouldn’t you rather get behind me and pull my hair? Woah that was fast.”

Jaune: “Inhalants are like that. The lungs are faster than digesting alcohol.”

Weiss: “I think I see why you like it. It’s a real rush.”

Jaune: “It can be.”

Weiss: “Kinda scary though.”

Jaune: “Kinda. Don’t trip.”

Weiss: “What were we talking about?”

Jaune: “Me pulling your hair.”

Weiss: “You gotta get it by the base. Not the ends or else it hurts.”

Jaune: “I will roger that. Anything else I should know?”

Weiss: “The clitoris has as many nerve endings as the human eye.”

Jaune: “Is that true? That can’t be true.”

Weiss: “Oh yeah.”

Jaune: “Doesn’t it hurt?”

Weiss: “It can. You have to be gentle and tease it. But after you get things warmed up you can strum that bad boy.”

Jaune: “And that’s good?”

Weiss: “It can be so good it almost hurts.”

Jaune: “Almost.”

Weiss: “Does. Whatever. But it’s the kind of pain you want anyways. Like when you go inside and start stretching things it hurts but it’s a good hurt. Like a workout kinda. Like it’s being used like it’s meant to.”

Jaune: “I’ll do my best.”

Weiss: “Is there anything about guys that I should know?”

Jaune: “Why? Finally leaving me for some other guy? What’s his name?”

Weiss: “There’s no other guy! I just meant about you, really. But my advice will help you with Ruby.”

Jaune: “Gotcha. Nah, there’s nothing like that kind of thing. Not really. It all feels good. It’s great to be inside something. Right now it’s lonely. Little Jaune is lonely whenever it isn’t inside something.”

Weiss: "Poor baby."

#rwby #rwby incorrect quotes #jaune arc #weiss schnee #ruby rose #lancaster #whiteknight #whiterose #white rose #white knight #war of roses #motion sickness #tw drugs

[chiiyuuvv]

&team when you pass your exam!

can be bff or bf!&team x fem!reader 0.7k words requested!

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

Despite kei being the oldest, I think his response to you acing your exam would be more energetic than the rest. He’d be sitting on the couch, all calm and collected while watching tv or scrolling through his phone, when you pop into the room and announce the news. He would go, “what.. What?.. WHAT??” with each time getting louder and louder until he starts bouncing off the walls.. literally. He kind of reminds me of High School Musical’s “What Time Is It?”, in the beginning when the clock finally ticks summer time and Chad gets so excited that he jumps up and kisses the teacher's cheek. I feel like kei would do that, but more dramatic.

Fuma would turn so soft and fussy when you tell him the news. It’s just like some button turned on and now he’s all touchy and lovely. “I knew you could do it,” he’d say in a soft whisper while stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb, giving you all sorts of affirmations because he knew how stressed out you were. Then he’d look into your eyes with this very sweet gaze, before slowly connecting your lips for a kiss.

You don’t even have the opportunity to finish your sentence because nicholas is grabbing your wrist and dragging you to some karaoke. He just wants you to let loose and scream your heart out. Doesn’t care if your voice cracks because he will happily join you, butchering the song lyrics and almost choking on his spit but who cares?? You’re having fun!!

Oh, did someone say spa day? As soon as euijoo hears the news, you are immediately swept off your feet and sat in your comfiest chair, being fed your favorite fruits and/or drinks. No matter what you say, euijoo ensures that you’ll never ever lay your fingertips on anything else because he will do anything for you. You want to watch some television? He’s already grabbing the remote and turning on your favorite show. Your muscles feel tense? He’s grabbing your favorite scented lotion so he can massage your poor body. He’s your personal maid for the rest of the week.. And there's nothing you can do about it :p 

I feel like yuma would do your skincare routine, but with those silly face masks and random, colorful rubber bands in your hair. Has fun taking photos of you but almost panics when you want to do the same thing to him. Just a few moments later, you turned him into your favorite baby girl. Two big, pink pigtails with a little tiara to set it off. But wait, where’s his tutu?? 

Jo already knew you’d pass your exam (because you’re so smart ^^) so to celebrate, he would stay home and spend the day with you. Honestly, he doesn’t want to do much activity because he wants you to wind down and relax, but he’d happily join you on your adventures if you have the energy!! Lays down on your bed as he engulfs you in his arms, pressing a kiss on your forehead because he’s just so proud of you, his little star :(( 

The day you pass your exam so happens to be a wonderful day outside :D Harua decides to take you out for a lovely walk around the park accompanied with some refreshing ice cream because he knows how much you love the combo. Well.. until you accidentally drop your ice cream cone. Stiffles back a laugh because he knows you’d whack him with no hesitation, and offers you his ice cream because he’s on a diet anyway :/ After you’re done with your frozen treat, he’d take you to the swings and push you hard enough, you’d be convinced you could fly!

Because taki doesn’t like seeing you happy (it’s his love language okay?), he’d be sarcastic. “Oh really? Who did you cheat off of?” He’d say, but his grin would ruin his facade. Opens you with welcomed arms, “good job, I’m so proud of you,” he’d say as he’d hold you tight, kissing  your forehead.

I think maki’s would turn into a shouting rant. Does that make sense? It’s not like an argument in any way, you’d see your results and start shouting to maki with excitement, and he’d return the energy by shouting back. It’s like two besties, is what I'm trying to say. “MAKI, I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!” / “YOU GOT A WHAT??” / “I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!” / “YOU GOT AN A ON THE TEST??” / “I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!!” and then you’d hold hands as you jump around in place with beaming eyes.

︴bonus! its been a while since I last posted smth.. hehe hi guys

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[thegr33nc0met]

Yandere Husk who’s liked reader for a while (transmasc reader) where reader gets tipsy and giggly and does the thing (“heyyyy, hey! Guess what!? I like Husk but shhhhh 🤫 don’t tell him! It’s a secret!”) and he’s just ??? bc he didn’t think they liked him like that (they are good at hiding feelings)

Also general HCs would be nice 👀😙

Thx, hope ya have a great day!

Yandere Husker Headcanons ♥︎

TransMasc!Reader

TAGS/WARNINGS: NSFW, Yandere behavior, TransMasc!Reader, murder, scenting??, messy bulletpoint headcanons, other character cameos, alastor being alastor, not beta read

♥︎ the first time Husk saw you was while he was an overlord. he was at a bar or casino, gambling away as one does - when he saw you.

♥︎ let’s get one thing straight: Husk doesn’t believe in love at first sight. but when he saw you, he felt his face heat up (unpleasantly, might I add) and his heart thump sickeningly against his ribs. at that time, you worked at said bar.

♥︎ Husk wouldn’t approach you immediately. even while he’s an overlord, in the mentality of “I get what I want when I want”, he’s still him. He doesn’t believe in love, and he doesn’t do one night stands. so it’s… difficult for him to get to you.

♥︎ so he does the next best thing - stalking watching you of course! it starts off small; watching you from across the room, glancing up at you from his cards every few minutes. he’ll be there before you clock in, and he’ll watch when you clock out and follow you when you walk to your car. he’ll start to sit closer to the bar every night. he’ll have his men act as discreet bodyguards for you, just making sure you’re safe and keeping tabs on you without the effort of him trying to talk to you. sometimes he’ll go himself, watching from a safe distance while you’re at the grocery store or your preferred restaurant with friends.

♥︎ he’s gone into your apartment a few times. he likes to look through your jewelry, admiring a few of the simple chains he’s seen you wear. he puts one on and wears it while he roams the rooms, always making sure to put everything back exactly where it was found. he’ll snoop through your pantry to see what kind of snacks you like or if you’re running low on food. his favourite thing though is stuffing his face into your dirty laundry hamper. he hadn’t meant to the first time, per say — he just smelt you and followed the scent. he sits there as long as he can, crouched on the floor with his face rubbing against your clothes, purring up a storm (though he’d deny it until the day he double-dies). he has to be very careful not to leave any fur behind.

♥︎ one time when you’re put on waiter duty, you serve his table. he can’t bare to take his eye off of you, in your stupid apron and black slacks and black button up that was undone just enough for his to see the margin of flesh between your neck and chest—

♥︎ for fucks sake, he felt like a hormonal teenager as he ripped his gaze away. it was just skin. as you place the mugs down on the table, his eyes slowly drifted back up to you. he noticed you were wearing one of your chains - his favourite chain on you. he clears his throat, leaning back and swinging an arm over the back of his chair as he gazes up at you with half lidded eyes.

“so, what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” he asks sleazily. you pause for a moment, so briefly that no one would have noticed if they weren’t watching you.

“working,” you reply firmly as you place the last mug down, being used to mediocre pick up lines from equally mediocre men. you didn’t care that he was an overlord. you were working, and it wasn’t worth it.

his heart sunk at your tone. he immediately straightened up. he didn’t say much else the rest of the night.

♥︎ he did get braver the next night, sitting right at the bar. you tried to ignore him really, only taking his order before busying yourself with other customers and anything else you could think of. it was a slow night, so when you wiped down the same glass for the fourth time in an attempt to look busy, he struck up a conversation. you were only slightly annoyed at first, but he was charming. he remembered one of the posters on your wall from your apartment and casually brought it up into the conversation, trying to learn your likes interests. you two quickly became close after that. he loves to hear you ramble about the shows you watch or the music you like.

♥︎ if anyone hit on you at work or made you uncomfortable, they were quick to disappear. you did notice the low growl in Husk’s throat when a shark demon hit on you one time, but you chose to ignore it.

♥︎ he sat at the bar every night, letting you watch his poker games when you weren’t too busy. he was a winner, a certain gleeful glint in his eye whenever he beat someone.

♥︎ but as we all know, he didn’t always win. your heart sank when you realized what happened, The Radio Demon’s smile wider than when he first approached.

♥︎ you didn’t see Husk again after that. for a very long time. not like you cared much, though! it’s not like you were starting to care about him or anything!!! nuh uh no way no sir not me.

♥︎ you see a hiring advertisement on a flyer for the Happy Hazbin Hotel, so you show up, hoping they take walk-ins. you hesitantly knocked on the front door, hearing what could only be the sound of… hoofs..? clopping closer from inside the hotel. the intricately designed door quickly swung open and you were face to face with the Princess of Hell herself, Charlie Morningstar, greeting you with a blinding smile.

“hi, i saw a hiring advertisem—“ before you can finish, you’re being yanked through the threshold.

“ohmygoodnessitssonicetomeetyou!wehaventhadanyonerespondtoouradvertisements—” she rambled at the speed of light, practically bouncing up and down as she pulled you farther into the foyer. she quickly started introducing you to every her eyes landed on - Vaggie, Pentious, Niffty, and…

his back was turned to you, wiping down a glass, but you could recognize his fur anywhere.

as you stepped closer, he could smell your familiar pheromones. it hit him like a punch in the nose. he paused his ministrations on the cup, whipping his head around in the direction of your scent.

“Husk?” you say softly, his yellow eyes wide as he stares at you, disbelief written all over him.

♥︎ your absence was not… taken well when he first had to leave. with the mix of losing you and his soul being tied to the infamous Radio Demon, he lost himself. he became more dependent on booze and his entire personality was like it was zapped to nothing. he just felt numb and mildly irritated from time to time.

♥︎ a tired smile broke out across his face. it was like a warmth was lit in his eyes, a warmth no one else had seen before. “hey, kid,” he said, his smooth voice soothing.

♥︎ so of course you got the job. especially after Charlie saw Husk light up at the sight of you. she hoped your presence would help warm him up to the rest of the group.

♥︎ everyday during your lunch break was spent sitting at the bar. it felt different with him being behind the bar instead of you. you spent everyday catching each other up on how you’ve both been the past few years. it was difficult for him to open up, even to you. Angel Dust and Sir Pentious would join the two of you every so often. you pretended not to notice Husk’s shift in demeanor when Angel would flirt with you. obviously you shut the spider down every time, which leads to a beautiful friendship.

♥︎ so the thing is with Angel Dust, it doesn’t matter how good you are at hiding your feelings - he can sniff out sexual tension like a detection dog.

Husk notices you and Angel getting closer. he tries not to get jealous. he really does because Angel is his friend.

but you’re so much more.

♥︎ Husk wants you all to himself. everyday when your shift at the hotel ends is the time of the day he most dreads. what if you’re going back to a partner? wouldn’t you have told him that though? he couldn’t be sure. so Husk, using his wise old bartender role, encourages you to move into the hotel. it would be free of charge, and plus, potential redemption involved AND more time with your friends.

so ofc you listen to him. just for the free rent. not to be closer to him nuh no way☝️

besides, living in the hotel is easier than worrying about your apartment getting broken into or blown up everyday.

♥︎ no matter how many times you tell yourself you didn’t miss him that much or that you’re only moving into the hotel for the free rent, your feelings betray you. every time you sit at the bar, you feel your face heat up and heart beat sporadically. but you easily keep it hidden beneath the surface, making sure your voice doesn’t waver and your gaze doesn’t linger. you try to keep conversation as normal as possible, avoiding any flirty remarks your heart (and other parts) is begging you to say. you didn’t want to risk making him uncomfortable and losing him. you weren’t even sure if he’d go for a guy or even a trans guy for that matter. so you, uncommittedly, decided to keep things platonic.

♥︎ Angel nearly lost his mind watching the two of you interact. in private he’d encourage you to go for it. you relayed your worries to him and even though he wanted to go full middle school mode and tell Husk you liked him for you, you made him promise he wouldn’t.

♥︎ one night after work, you’re sitting at the bar. maybe it’s been a long day or maybe you’re just not keeping track of how much you’re drinking, but it gets you to the point of loopy giggling. you’re all smiley towards Husk as he pours you another drink, cackling out a slurred “thank you, my liege.”

he just watches you, trying to contain the toothy grin that threatens to overtake his moody demeanor.

“ughhhhh, husk is so hot,” you sighed out. the cat man nearly choked on his own spit when the words spewed from your drunken mouth. you reached forward from your swivel seat, leaning over the bar and grabbing the poor confused old man’s face. your vision swam as you attempted to make eye contact.

“hey, guess what? i like Husk, but shhhhhh,” you slurred, pressing your index finger over his lips. “shush, don’t tell him. it’s a secret,” you said, deadly serious, before breaking out into a fit of giggles. he’s staring at you with pure awe and shock, admiring your flushed face and blown eyes. he couldn’t help but smirk then, letting his demeanor crack just a little.

“sure, kid. i’ll keep your secret,” he says before swiping your glass and leaving it to the side for later (definitely not gonna lick the rim where your mouth was). “alright, let’s get you to bed,” he said, walking out from behind the bar and reaching for you.

“noooooooooo,” you whined, laying your head down on the bar.

but he ignores your protests, looping his arm around your back and under your arms to keep you steady as he guides you to your room. he’ll gently lay you down and take your shoes off for you and waits to leave til you fall asleep before leaving some advil and a cup of water on your night stand for you (he definitely doesn’t steal some random junk out of your trash nope).

♥︎ the next morning (afternoon, really) after you’ve sobered up and gotten your hangover under control, is awkward to say the least. you try to avoid him after the embarrassing revealment of your feelings for the man, but it’s hard to do when you’re literally working just across the room from him.

♥︎ the two of you eventually talk when you decide to put on your big boy pants and be mature about the situation (aka when Husk notices your change in behavior and corners you). it’s at first an awkward and uncomfortable conversation, but once he admits his feelings, things get a little easier. he doesn’t tell you how he’s been obsessed with you since day one, though. that is something that will take years of building trust (and assurance you won’t leave him) for him to ever tell you. but for now, you settle on a first date to a quiet little restaurant.

♥︎ SO NOW ONTO SOME MORE GENERAL STUFF!!!

♥︎ if Husk didn’t know you were trans before you two started dating, he genuinely would not care once you told him. i don’t think gender is something that plays a role in his attraction to people, like i’m pretty sure he’s pan. not that he’d ever put a label on it. all that to say, that doesn’t mean he would fully understand. he’s an older guy and he’s seen a lot of different people, but he’d still need a little help figuring stuff out and try to be a little more sensitive and aware of gender and sexuality.

also i think if you do testosterone injections that he would help you if that’s something you’d want. i think he’d be curious about it either way, where the to take injections, cream, or the pill.

♥︎ as stated before, Husk really loves your scent. your natural scent. if you’re the type of guy that wears super strong axe or old spice with names like “manly musk” or “sasquatch semen” he is pouring that shit down the drain and tagging along next time you go shopping in hopes of encouraging you to pick something a little bit less strong for his sensitive nose (or try to get you to ditch it altogether lmao).

he takes every chance to bury his nose in your neck and inhale your pheromones. when you two cuddle together, his nostrils are basically suctioned to your flesh. he loves sleeping in your bed rather than his own because it smells entirely of you. he purrs so loud when he gets to lay with his face against your skin.

i also think that because he’s a cat, he scents you. like he’ll rub his face against your jaw and wrists. he wants others to know you’re his and he is yours. just know that you two will always smell like each other you cannot get away from it✋

♥︎ as for other physical touch, i think he’s very casually affectionate. he’ll keep a steadying hand on your back or firmly hold your hand in his. he expects you to accept this touch but is a little bit of a hypocrite because he’ll stiffen his posture at an unexpected touch from you and it’ll take a moment for him to relax.

♥︎ NOW ONTO HIS WINGS😈🙏💯

all wings in the hellaverse are sensitive idc idc. like the softest touch to his wings will get him squirming around trying to keep his breathing under control. the most sensitive part is where the wings meet his back. if you’re giving him a massage and touch there, you’ll have him grunting and groaning beneath you, gripping at the sheets of your bed.

♥︎ i can’t explain it but i just feel it in my heart of hearts that Husk is an incredible kisser. he knows when to be gentle or when to be rough. he knows how and when to use his tongue👀

♥︎ he’s a switch i’m sorry i legally have to speak my truth and push the switch Husk agenda. i think Husk is pretty vanilla, but he’s very open to trying stuff out with you. he makes up for his vanilla preferences by being the best with his tongue and fingers. that man is a master of cards and you think he’s not gonna be good with his hands?? for shame…

♥︎ he’s a groaner, y’all. i don’t think he’d be super loud. he’d be too prideful and cover his mouth with his hands if he thought he was being loud, muttering a soft “fuck…” under his breath. but that isn’t anything you can’t fix hint hint wink wink.

♥︎ like i said before, if you get hit on or someone makes you uncomfortable, then he takes them out. it used to be behind your back, but if you two are out and someone tries flirting with you or disrespects you, he’ll knock ‘em straight in the jaw before a card is flying into their eye. he is very protective. you are his top priority. he’ll do everything in his power to make sure you’re safe.

in the same vein of protection, Husk will often wrap his wings around you to shield you. he likes doing it when you’re walking side by side, hand in hand. even if it makes you anxious because it blocks your peripheral vision, he promises to keep you safe and that it gives him peace of mind.

♥︎ he still continues his weird, secretive behavior after you two get together. he still stuffs his face in your laundry when you’re not there and he’ll put on your jewelry (but never asks to borrow it?? for some reason???) until he hears you coming up the hall and he’s scrambling to put it back in place before greeting you at the door with a tender kiss.

♥︎ 1000x more cautious with alastor. husk knows anything he does around the deer man also affects you and your safety. so even when he wants to scream his head off and grab the Radio Demon by his lapels, he only takes a few (million) steadying breaths and does as he’s told.

aight that’s all i could think of. I’M SO AORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO PUBLISH!!!!! i have the attention span of an amoeba so it took me some effort to sit down and write.

also! to everyone else that sent in requests before this one, I STILL PLAN TO WRITE THEM! I’ve just been fixated on Hazbin Hotel and felt the urge to write this first.

n e way… hope y’all enjoyed!!🫶

#hazbin hotel x reader #husker x reader #husk x reader #male reader #husk x male reader #trans masc reader #hazbin hotel #huskerdust

[acetheripper]

I'm making this post, cuz I'm not sure I've seen someone else do it and if I have to suffer, so do you.

This is based on an idea I had listening to a CORPSE screaming edit of Michelle. It got me thinking of Ghost and Soap being captured by Malkovich from a fuck up and Soap is being interrogated and of course the snarky bastard isn't letting anything out, but Malkovich quickly let's Soap know he's torturing Ghost, so Soap calls him out on his shit and just... Here take this.

TW: Torture

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Soap let out a grunt of pain as he was punched in the face, his head swinging to the side from the impact and he just laughed, grinning at the spy and spitting the blood in his mouth on the floor, turning back to them and grinning cheekily.

"That the best ya got?" He laughed. Malkovich stared at Soap before chuckling.

"MacTavish... Of course not... I have something much worse... Your Lieutenant... Ghost." He chuckled, taking a step closer and Soap scoffed, grinning at the Russian and spitting more blood out. "You'll hear his tortured screams soon enough if you don't tell us what we want to know..."

"You ain't strong enough to take down the Ghost... And even if you did, he wouldn't scream from anything you could do... That's how the Ghost is..." He chuckled, grinning at Malkovich like an idiot. Malkovich didn't get angry and he didn't seem phased. His smile just got bigger and he nodded slowly, like he was accepting something. A pit opened in Soap's stomach that the man might not actually be bluffing, but he tried not to show it.

"Keep that same energy MacTavish..." He chuckled, walking over to a door nearby and knocking on it two timss. Soap stared at Malkovich and kept a blank face, grinning a bit at no sound until there was a shrill scream of pain that sounded like a man and Soap's throat closed, his eyes widening a bit at the sound and glancing at the door and then back to Malkovich, his breathing getting labored. He thought it was just a fluke of some kind until another scream came out and this time, Soap knew it wasn't fake, hearing the distinct deep, gravel sound of Ghost's voice in those screams.

Soap's face was dark and he was struggling to keep his composure, his whole body shaking as he heard Ghost screaming in pain while Malkovich looked over at Soap and grinned at the distress the man was in. In the entire time they've worked together or even dated, Soap had never heard such agonizing screams from his LT, let alone in the way Ghost was screaming. The man was silent and hardly showed he was in pain, so hearing such gut-wrenching screams made Soap terrified and full of malice towards Malkovich standing in front of him. His breathing was heavy and he was glaring at the Russian, turning his head away and shuddering at the screams until he heard Ghost go silent and Soap's heart dropped. He looked over to the door and shivered, glancing down and trying to keep his composure.

"LT, how copy?" He called out, shutting his eyes. There was silence from the other side and Soap's heart started to race from the thought of worst possible outcome. "Ghost, how copy!?" He cried, glancing at the door, clenching his fists from his bindings and trying to break them free. He was still met with silence and Soap's breathing got faster and more labored. "Ghost!" He yelled, looking at the door before hanging his head and shutting his eyes tightly, feeling tears form at the corner of his eyes as he was terrified that the man he loved was dead because of their fuck up. "Simon!!!" He cried, his voice cracking as he choked back a sob. There was silence a bit longer before there was a soft grunt and Soap slowly looked at the door.

".... Solid..." Came the soft grunt, shifting from the room and Soap damn near let out a loud sigh of relief at Ghost's return call, hanging his head again before looking up at Malkovich and glaring horribly at him, all his anger and malice poured into one look.

"I'm gonna kill ya..." He growled out and the Russian just chuckled.

"Keep that energy, MacTavish... You're gonna need it..." He said with a chuckle, leaving the room and enveloping the room in darkeness as Soap wondered just how bad they hurt Ghost.

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If this gets enough traction and love, I'll expand it more and make it into a Fanfic ^^

#cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #cod mw3 #soapghost #john soap mactavish #soap cod #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #ghostsoap #angst #tw torture #writing prompt #my writing #fanfic

[nctangelz]

IS THIS WHAT LOVE FEELS LIKE?

tags :: @yjjnfied

summary :: sooyoung finally gets something off her chest

sooyoung couldn’t keep her eyes off of wooyoung.

she couldn’t stop staring at him, she couldn’t stop admiring all of his features, his beautiful eyes, how his hair was so fluffy yet looked so perfect, how his dimples show when he laughs, how his lips were so pink and so soft — which was her main problem. she couldn’t stop staring at the boy’s lips. she kept having the desire to kiss him, to feel his lips pressed up against her own, but she couldn’t help but feel guilty about her thoughts.

was it wrong, to imagine kissing wooyoung? they had gone out quite a few times, and wooyoung has always given sooyoung the impression that he was interested in her, but what if she read him wrong? what if he only sees her as a friend? she would be devastated and forever embarrassed if she went to kiss him, and he only rejected her.

wooyoung must have sensed her overthinking, because he had turned his head from the tv to look at her, placing a gentle hand on her thigh. “is everything alright, sookki?” wooyoung asked, smiling softly when sooyoung blushed at the nickname. sookki was the nickname wooyoung had made up for her, and no one else had ever called her that (he took part of her name, and the ending of bunny in korean). “you can talk to me, you know.”

sooyoung only laughed and looked down, biting her lip when wooyoung had started to slowly rub his hand up and down her thigh. he was not helping her inner debate whatsoever,

“i don’t know…im just thinking.” sooyoung managed to get out, bringing her hands to play with the ends of her hair, a nervous habit she had since a kid.

“what thoughts are going on in your pretty head?” wooyoung asked, turning so his body was completely facing sooyoung - his hand still on her thigh. wooyoung was smiling at her, but she could see that he was genuinely concerned for her. sooyoung wanted to voice her feelings aloud, but she couldn’t find the words for them.

she could hear monique in the back of her head, telling her to “stop overthinking, whats the worse that could happen?” …. the two girls had just had a conversation the night before, monique was the only one who knew her true feelings for wooyoung. if monique was there, she would be telling her to let all of her anxieties go, and just do it.

so that’s what sooyoung did - she leaned forward, wrapped her hand behind wooyoung’s neck, softly playing with the ends of his hair, and she kissed him. she could feel her body heating up from wooyoung’s plump lips, kissing him in reality was so much better than what sooyoung could have ever imagined. before sooyoung could kiss him longer, she quickly regained her thoughts and immediately backed away, gasping when she saw wooyoung’s shocked face.

“fuck, wooyoung - im so —” sooyoung mumbled out, but wooyoung didn’t even let the girl finish apologizing before he crashed his lips back to sooyoung’s, grabbing wooyoung’s waist and swinging her into his lap, pulling her even closer. sooyoung really could feel the warmth all through out her body, and she swore nothing had ever been better than this. she loved every second of it, she loved the tight grasp wooyoung had on her waist, how she could feel his heartbeat against her chest, and most importantly, his lips. she loved how he kissed her with such passion, such desire, with love.

when wooyoung had pulled away to get air, it took awhile for sooyoung to regain her thoughts again. his kiss and touch had sent her in a cloudy daze - she was still in shock that it had even happened.

“that was my first kiss,” sooyoung sheepishly mumbled, hiding her face in her hands when wooyoung’s face lit up in suprise.

“i was your first kiss, are you serious?” wooyoung asked, wrapping the girl in a tight hug when she nodded. “that makes it even more special, doesn’t it?” wooyoung said, gently patting her head when he saw that she was still embarrassed.

“don’t be embarrassed, my love. i’m not judging you! i’m happy that you chose me to be your first kiss.” wooyoung said, almost instantly making sooyoung feel better. “what, do you like it when i call you ‘my love’?”

“it has a nice ring to it,” sooyoung whispers, nuzzling her face into wooyoung’s neck when he cooed at her shyness. the two of them sat in silence for a few minutes, regaining their ability to breath, and soaking in a few minutes of peace, relaxing against one another.

eventually, sooyoung sat up, awkwardly scooting off of wooyoung’s lap and bringing her legs to her chest. she wanted to end her overthinking - but she knew she had to take some brave steps to be able to do that. so with a deep, shaky breath, she finally expressed her feelings to wooyoung.

“if you haven’t noticed already, i like you…i have for awhile. do you like me, too?” sooyoung asked, smiling when wooyoung nodded.

“i do in fact, like you. i like you not just a little bit, i like you a lot! i like you this much!” wooyoung chuckled, extending his arms to show his arm span. sooyoung smiled and tackled the man into a bear hug, squeezing his waist. she felt so safe in the arms of wooyoung, she realized, when he hugged her back and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.

“do you think we could…i don’t know,” sooyoung trailed off, looking up at the boy, resting her chin on his chest. she wanted to ask him out - but finding the wording was so hard. she didn’t want to sound eager, or cringy, but she also didn’t want to give wooyoung the wrong impression. sooyoung could sense his hesitancy, quickly adding, “if you want to go slow - that’s fine…” sooyoung mumbled, frowning when wooyoung still looked full of worry.

“i want you to be my girlfriend, soo, but what about your stalkers? what about Bora?” wooyoung asked, pursing his lips, “i know we can’t let them dictate our life’s forever, but are you okay with facing the backlash if they find out?”

sooyoung thought about it - she knew it was more likely that they were going to find out about the romance between wooyoung and sooyoung, and she knew that when the news broke out, it wouldn’t be pretty. she was so sick and tired of letting people dictate her life, just because they want to control her. even if bora hated her even more than she already does, she knows her members would have her back, no matter what the conditions were.

“yes…i think i would be ready to deal with the backlash. even if it’s bad, i know i have you and my members to support me.” sooyoung said, placing another kiss on wooyoung’s lips, hoping to reassure him more.

“so, park sooyoung, does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” wooyoung asked, and the both of them couldn’t help but giggle at the cheesiness of it all.

“yes, wooyoungie, i’ll be your girlfriend.”

with that, wooyoung scooped the girl back into his arms, smiling when the girl practically melted on top of him, and placed one more kiss on her lips, allowing himself to linger for a bit more, feeling the softness of her lips before pulling away.

sooyoung decided that if falling in love felt like this - then maybe it wasn’t so scary after all.

#bad writing i’m so sorry #nct addition #nct added member #nct extra member #nct female addition #nct female subunit #nct female unit #nct female oc #nct female member #kpop oc #nct 24th member #nct dream added member #nct dream female addition #nct dream addition #nct dream female member #nct dream oc #nct dream 8th member #nct dream fluff #ateez fluff #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung x oc